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-<img src="images/image1.jpg" width="450" height="603" alt="A solemn-faced little midget, about six years old, clasping a battered doll, stood before them." />
-</div>
-
-<p class="center" style="margin-top: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 2em;"><i>A solemn-faced little midget, about six years old, clasping to her breast<br />
-a battered doll, stood before them</i>&mdash;Page 31]</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" style="page-break-after: always;" />
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-<h1 style="margin-top: 3em; margin-bottom: 3em;">Kittyboy's Christmas</h1>
-
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-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
-<img src="images/image2.jpg" width="450" height="608" alt="Title page for Kittyboy's Christmas" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" style="page-break-after: always;" />
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-
-
-<p class="center" style="margin-top: 3em; margin-bottom: 3em;">Copyright by<br />
-
-GEORGE W. JACOBS &amp; CO.<br />
-
-1898</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" style="page-break-after: always;" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[ 7]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
-<img style="margin-top: 3em;" src="images/image5.jpg" width="450" height="184" alt="Chapter illustration" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<h2 style="margin-top: 3em; margin-bottom: 2.5em;">CHAPTER I</h2>
-
-
-<p><span class="smcap">Kittyboy</span> was lost. It was an evident
-fact. He stood on the corner
-of the alley which led into a wide street to
-which he had been chased by an aggressive
-dog, and with every hair bristling,
-looked around for a friendly door, but they
-were all shut closely; and the snow was
-beginning to fall, in an uncertain way, just
-a flake here and there, displaying exquisitely
-perfect crystals on the stone steps
-and the brick pavement, then melting away
-very slowly.</p>
-
-<p>Kittyboy tucked his four small paws
-neatly under him, and crouched in a corner,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>
-once in a while giving a plaintive little
-"meow," which no one noticed, if any one
-heard. Yet, after all, Kittyboy's losing of
-himself was not such a dreadful thing, for
-he was always being kicked aside as a
-troublesome beast, even before his little
-mistress, Annie Brady, was sent away to a
-Home, being considered by her uncle's
-family in the light of a nuisance, quite as
-great as Kittyboy himself. Nevertheless,
-in spite of his rather unpleasant experiences
-in the world, Kittyboy was full of a
-happy confidence in humanity scarcely to
-be expected. So, presently seeing a figure
-coming up the street, he rose from his
-compact attitude and ran along by the
-railing of an area, rubbing his sides against
-the narrow bars, and finally followed the
-figure up the broad steps; then, as the
-latch-key was turned in the door, he saw
-his opportunity, and slipped in.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>It was rather late; eleven o'clock or
-more, and getting colder every minute.
-The house was very quiet, no one astir
-anywhere; a light, however, was burning
-in one room, where a warm fire blazed
-in the open grate, the sight of which
-so delighted Kittyboy that he began to
-purr contentedly. The light, now turned
-up, showed more distinctly what manner
-of person it was whom Kittyboy had followed:
-an elderly man, with keen, sharp
-eyes; he was somewhat portly, was well
-dressed, and brisk in his movements.
-Kittyboy's little black form, snuggled in
-one corner, where he sat blinking at the
-fire, was not noticed by this other occupant
-of the room, who, lighting a cigar,
-sat down by a table, stretched out his
-legs comfortably, and unfolded the evening
-paper.</p>
-
-<p>Presently, the sharp sound of a coal<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>
-dropping on the polished hearth disturbed
-Kittyboy's nap, and he jumped up, with
-visions of whips cracking over his head,
-and gave a leap away from the fire. The
-sharp noise also attracted the attention
-of the reader, who looked over the top
-of his newspaper to see four little furry
-feet daintily stepping across the rug.</p>
-
-<p>"What are you doing here! Get out,
-cat!" came an exclamation in so much
-milder language than that to which Kittyboy
-was accustomed, that he considered it
-in the light of an overture, and springing
-up on the arm of the chair, in which this
-new acquaintance was sitting, he proceeded
-to play with the newspaper, patting
-the two sides, with ears very much
-forward, and an alert look on the wise
-little face, as if in momentary expectation
-of seeing a mouse jump out from the
-folds of the sheet.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The very audacity of the performance
-tickled the man's fancy. "You impudent
-little beast," he said; "how did you get in
-here, anyhow? Aha! I know. I believe I
-saw you as I came up the steps. You
-must have slipped in behind me. But this
-will never do; you will have to get out
-again. No cats allowed in my house."</p>
-
-<p>For answer, Kittyboy began to rub his
-head against the arm nearest him, purring
-softly.</p>
-
-<p>The man regarded him less severely.
-"If I'm going to turn you out, I may as
-well give you something to eat. You are
-none too well fed, I see," he remarked;
-and, rising, he took his way to another
-room, where, after hunting around, he
-found in the larder a pitcher of cream, set
-away by the housekeeper for her master's
-morning coffee. All unconscious of bringing
-dismay to the worthy woman, Dr.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>
-Brewster emptied the contents of the
-pitcher in a saucer and set it down, watching
-Kittyboy eagerly lap up this unexpected
-treat.</p>
-
-<p>"Now you must go," said the doctor;
-and Kittyboy followed confidently at his
-heels. But the draught of icy wind which
-greeted him as the front door was opened,
-caused the little fellow to scamper back to
-the library, where, before the open fire, he
-again sat down and began complacently to
-wash his face.</p>
-
-<p>Back into the room came Dr. Brewster,
-laughing in spite of himself. "You
-are a sly little rascal," he said; "come,
-come," and he picked up the unresisting
-little creature, which cuddled down comfortably
-in his arms, as if it were beyond
-the bounds of possibility that a second
-attempt should be made to put him out,
-and the good doctor actually began to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span>
-have compunctions. "I always vowed I'd
-never have a cat in the house," he said,
-under his breath; "am I to give in at
-this late day? Well! you audacious little
-wretch, I'll let you stay till morning. It's
-too cold a night to turn any creature out of
-doors," and Kittyboy's triumph was complete
-when he was put down on the hearth-rug
-and allowed to continue his ablutions,
-while the doctor resumed his paper.</p>
-
-<p>But it was strange that the presence
-of a little black cat could turn a sober
-man's interest from foreign news and the
-quotations of the stock market, and that
-he should have found himself dwelling on
-the memory of two little eager faces which
-he had seen that day gazing into a window
-decked out with Christmas toys, and,
-furthermore, that twice he should have
-read over an item which went as follows:</p>
-
-<p>"Every year, about Christmas time, a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span>
-number of letters find their way to the
-Post Office; they are variously addressed
-to Santa Claus, Kris Kringle, or St. Nicholas,
-and are the outcome of childish faith.
-One is forced to wonder how often they
-must be followed by disappointment, since
-there can appear no claimant for them."</p>
-
-<p>The doctor, we have said, read the
-paragraph twice over, and then, lowering
-his paper, sat looking thoughtfully into the
-fire. After a while a smile broke over his
-face, and he returned to his sheet. But
-the smile did not leave his lips till he
-extinguished the light and went to his
-room, leaving the sleeping Kittyboy curled
-up on the hearth-rug in a condition of
-delicious warmth and comfort.</p>
-
-<p>When, the next morning, at the sight
-of buckets and brooms brought in by
-the housemaid, Kittyboy scampered out, it
-was to find refuge in the dining-room, just<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span>
-as the doctor opened the door to go to his
-breakfast. This time Kittyboy was not
-driven out, for the cheery waitress said,
-"It brings good luck, doctor, sorr, to have
-a cat come to the house, especially a black
-cat." And by the time the doctor had
-finished, indulgently feeding Kittyboy with
-bits from his own plate, and Kittyboy had
-responded by such antics as kept the doctor
-laughing, it was an understood thing
-that the little cat was fairly adopted into
-the family.</p>
-
-<p>The invasion of a common little street
-cat into the bachelor's household quite
-scandalized the good housekeeper, who
-could not get it out of her head that Kittyboy
-had in some way purloined the cream,
-but, said the cheerful Maggie, "It's far too
-quiet here to suit me, and the doctor actually
-ate his breakfast this morning without
-the paper at his elbow. I certainly am<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span>
-glad to see some sort of a young creature
-about the house." The housekeeper gave
-a sniff, but even she smiled furtively a
-moment later at sight of Kittyboy wildly
-chasing his tail.</p>
-
-<p>Buttoning himself up well in his overcoat,
-the doctor, after breakfast, took his
-way down town, and went straight to the
-city Post Office. He did not stop as he
-passed through the long corridor till he
-reached the private office of the Postmaster
-himself.</p>
-
-<p>"Hello, Brewster, what brings you
-here so early?" questioned that worthy,
-looking up from his desk. "Haven't any
-complaints to make about Uncle Sam's
-mail, have you? Don't be too hard on
-us if things aren't just on time. There is
-a great rush from now till after the holidays,
-and you old bachelors are so
-methodical that, if a letter is a minute<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span>
-and a quarter late, you think the entire
-Post Office system is tottering. Sit down."</p>
-
-<p>"No," replied the doctor. "I didn't
-come to complain, Hardy, I came to see if
-I could collect the mail for Santa Claus."</p>
-
-<p>Mr. Hardy put down his pen, and
-stared at his visitor. "What are you
-driving at, anyhow?" he asked. "Oh, I
-see; some charity Christmas tree, or
-something. How much will let me off,
-doc?"</p>
-
-<p>The doctor smiled. "I'm not on that
-errand at all. I simply want to know if it
-is possible to have any letters, now lying
-in this office, addressed to Santa Claus,
-delivered to me?"</p>
-
-<p>Mr. Hardy looked thoughtful for a
-moment. "Are there any such letters?"
-he then asked.</p>
-
-<p>The doctor felt in his pocket for the
-last evening's paper, which he had taken<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span>
-the precaution to carry with him, and
-silently pointed out the paragraph he had
-read the night before.</p>
-
-<p>Mr. Hardy nodded understandingly.
-"I don't see why you shouldn't have
-them," he replied finally; "I'll get them for
-you, doc, if it's possible," and, leaving the
-office, he presently returned with about
-half a dozen letters, which he handed to his
-friend. "There you are," he said. "No
-need to ask what you're going to do with
-them. It's just like the things you used
-to do when we were lads. It takes me
-back to the old days when Christmas comes
-around. Come up and see us, doc; the
-latch string is always out," and he turned
-to his desk, as the doctor with his budget
-left the room.</p>
-
-<p>The latter went directly to his club,
-and opened the funny, smudgy little notes.
-Some of them printed; some sprawled<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span>
-across a wide page, some very zig-zag and
-uncertain.</p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p style="margin-top: 2em;">"<i>Don't, good Santa Claus, forget
-our corner</i>," read one, "<i>20uth and
-Purl street, if you can't git down the
-chimney cause they are reggyters
-come in the window, we'll leave it a
-little bit open so you can hist it easy</i>.</p>
-
-<p style="text-align: right; margin-bottom: 2em;">"<span class="smcap">Bob.</span>"</p>
-
-</blockquote>
-
-<p>"That youngster's all right," nodded
-the doctor. "I know the locality, and
-there's not a doubt but that his stocking
-will be well-filled."</p>
-
-<p>The next was printed.</p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p style="margin-top: 2em;">"<i>I am a good girl bring me the
-doll. Fill wants a bow narrow</i>,"</p></blockquote>
-
-<p style="margin-top: 2em;">&mdash;but there was no address, and this, too,
-was laid aside.</p>
-
-<p>Then came a queer little, half-printed,
-half-written epistle:</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p>
-
-<blockquote>
-
-<p style="margin-top: 2em;">"<span class="smcap">Dear Santa</span>: <i>I want a new
-papa and a new kitten. Conny says
-kittens are easy enuff to get, but
-papas are much harder and very
-spensive. but I dont want just any
-kitten please, cause my dear Jollity
-was black and all the kittens this year
-are grey. if you have any black ones
-to spare please bring me one and a
-papa with a red ribbon around its
-neck. dont go to grandpas at Fort
-wurth where we were last year cause
-we aint there now we are at 610 west
-12 street.</i></p>
-
-<p style="text-align: right; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 2em;">"<span class="smcap">Elinor Temple.</span>"</p>
-</blockquote>
-
-<p>As the doctor read the signature a red
-flush mounted to his forehead, and he cast
-a confused look around him; then he
-slipped the letter into his pocket, took two
-or three turns up and down the room, and
-returned to his examination of the rest of
-the mail.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The last two letters were pitiful appeals
-from homes of want and misery; timid little
-requests, full of childish faith, which made
-the doctor shake his head and blink his
-eyes, frowning the while. These letters
-he also put aside, and then paced the floor
-in deep thought.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 100px;">
-<img style="margin-top: 7em; margin-bottom: 10em;" src="images/image6.jpg" width="100" height="117" alt="End of Chapter illustration" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
-<img style="margin-top: 3em;" src="images/image7.jpg" width="450" height="143" alt="Chapter illustration" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-
-<h2 style="margin-top: 3em; margin-bottom: 2.5em;">CHAPTER II</h2>
-
-
-<p><span class="smcap">It</span> was high noon when he turned toward
-home. He had forgotten all about
-Kittyboy, but when the confident little
-beastie came rubbing up against him, purring
-softly, the doctor smiled, as if a sudden
-thought had struck him, and stooping
-down, he rubbed Kittyboy's head; after
-which performance the artful little creature
-rolled over on his back, and turned his
-gold-colored eyes upon the doctor, inviting
-a frolic; then up and away he scudded,
-with arched back and curved tail, the very
-embodiment of a witch's familiar.</p>
-
-<p>"You little imp of darkness!" cried<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span>
-the doctor. "Such capers in the house of
-a sober bachelor! You'll be occupying
-my bedroom next and calling it your
-own." A prediction which speedily came
-true, for that very night Kittyboy slyly
-crept up behind the doctor, and, hiding
-himself, craftily bided his time, and in the
-dead of night stole forth and curled himself
-up on the foot of the bed, waking the
-doctor in the morning by licking his hand
-with a red, rough, little tongue. And
-then followed wild, frantic gambols, dancing
-and prancing over everything; coquettings
-with the tassels of a dressing gown;
-tussles with a slipper; mock fears of a
-very innocent reflection in the glass; delicate
-tip-toeings about the dressing table,
-with attempts to pry into every box and
-drawer; then one leap into the air and a
-waltzing after a little black tail whose
-existence Kittyboy seemed only that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span>
-moment to have discovered. All this so
-entertained the doctor, that he lay in bed
-shaking with laughter at the absurd antics,
-and went down to breakfast with Kittyboy
-on his shoulder.</p>
-
-<p>After this it was evident that Kittyboy
-considered the second-story front bedroom
-as his own. To be sure he generously
-allowed Dr. Brewster to share it, to
-occupy the bed, if he were not in the middle
-of it; or the doctor might sit in any
-comfortable chair for which Kittyboy had
-no immediate use; but the lordly little
-creature took possession so absolutely
-that the doctor's sense of humor was
-greatly tickled by this overweening complacency
-and confidence, and he meekly
-took another chair when Kittyboy occupied
-the better one, or, indeed, moved
-over to the right side of the bed if Kittyboy
-preferred the left.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>It was the evening of the day which
-had seen the doctor at the Post Office. It
-seemed to him that it had been many
-more than twenty-four hours since the sly
-little cat had followed him indoors, and had
-ingratiated himself into the good man's
-favor. Already the doctor was making
-a confidant of this same little waif.</p>
-
-<p>"What would you do about it, you
-little limb of Satan?" he asked, as he
-opened the letter he had so carefully put
-aside that morning. "Come, you shall
-decide. Let us see what sort of oracle
-you can make. You started this, anyhow,
-as I remember. Now get me out of it, if
-you can."</p>
-
-<p>Kittyboy winked soberly, as the doctor
-thus addressed him, but looked very
-wise, as if he knew much more than he
-proposed to tell.</p>
-
-<p>The doctor softly stroked the black<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span>
-fur, which was less rough than it had been
-the day before. "Shall I go or not?" he
-asked. "You can advise, and then, like
-others in the same position, I'll do as I
-choose. Here is the letter." He shook
-it at the little creature, who grabbed it in
-both paws, rolled over with it once or
-twice, then taking it in his mouth he
-jumped down from the table and walked
-off with his prize to the chair where a soft
-felt hat of the doctor's was lying. Into
-this jumped Kittyboy, letter and all, and,
-curling himself up, looked with a knowing
-wink at the man who was watching him.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" style="page-break-after: always;" />
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
-<img src="images/image3.jpg" width="450" height="559" alt="Into this jumped Kittyboy--Page 26" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="center" style="margin-top: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 2em;">"<i>Into this jumped Kittyboy</i>"&mdash;Page 26]</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" style="page-break-after: always;" />
-
-<p>"Nothing could be plainer," laughed
-the doctor. "Go is the word. Pick up
-your hat and its contents, you say. Here
-we are, take us and go. Such wisdom!
-For real out and out witchcraft, commend
-me to a black cat. Ah, Kittyboy, it is well
-you did not live in the time of those old<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span>
-fellows, my ancestors, Wrastling Brewster
-and Preserved Fish, and the rest, or we'd
-both be strung up for practicing the
-black arts, although such names as they
-had were enough to choke them without
-hanging.</p>
-
-<p>"Well, my small wizard, go it is, since
-your suggestion suits my inclination; who
-knows? who knows?" He sat absently
-stroking the little cat, who had returned
-to the table, and it was evident that something
-had given him food for deep, and
-not altogether unpleasant, reflection, for
-the evening paper lay untouched, and the
-open fire seemed to hold the man's fixed
-attention. Was it Kittyboy's sorceries
-that caused past events to rise as flames
-from ashes, to add a new warmth to a half-chilled
-memory?</p>
-
-<p>The next morning it was that Dr.
-Brewster turned his steps toward a quiet<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span>
-street in a modest quarter of the city. An
-open square gave a pleasant, airy appearance
-to the neighborhood. The sun was
-shining brightly, but the air was frosty, and
-the doctor stepped along briskly. His footsteps
-did not falter until he reached the
-house, 610 West Twelfth Street, and then
-for a moment he paused, taking off his
-hat and wiping his brow as if it were a
-warm day. Immediately after, however,
-he mounted the steps with a firm step and
-gave the bell a vigorous pull. It was
-answered by a neat maid, who paused
-expectantly for the card, which the doctor
-did not produce. "Tell Mrs. Temple a
-friend wishes to see her," was his message.</p>
-
-<p>He was ushered into a small room,
-which was warm and cosy. A fire glowed
-in a Baltimore heater. There were pretty,
-tasteful articles scattered about, which
-gave the room a cheerful, homelike look.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span>
-The doctor picked up a book from the
-table, put it down again, nervously took
-two or three turns up and down the floor,
-and finally stationed himself, with his hands
-behind him, at one of the windows, fixing
-his eyes upon the street.</p>
-
-<p>Presently some one entered, and a soft
-voice said, "You wished to see me?"</p>
-
-<p>The doctor turned abruptly, and held
-out his hand to the tall, fair woman who
-stood before him. "Elinor," he said,&mdash;the
-color mounted to the lady's cheek,&mdash;"Dr.
-Brewster," she faltered. "How&mdash;where
-did you learn of me?"</p>
-
-<p>"At the club," replied the doctor,
-gravely and truthfully.</p>
-
-<p>"It is truly good to see an old friend,"
-continued Mrs. Temple. "You know&mdash;you
-have heard."</p>
-
-<p>"I know nothing but that you are
-here," answered the doctor.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"My husband died two years ago,"
-went on Mrs. Temple. "He was very good
-to me, and he idolized our little daughter."
-Her eyes dropped before the doctor's
-earnest gaze, but they had already told
-that which the doctor had for so many
-years longed to know, whether in marrying
-big, wealthy, dissipated Captain Temple,
-Elinor Arsquith had pleased merely herself,
-or whether to spare her father's good
-name she had sacrificed her girlhood.</p>
-
-<p>He drew in his breath quickly, and for
-a moment no word was spoken between
-them.</p>
-
-<p>"And your little girl?" asked the
-doctor, breaking the silence.</p>
-
-<p>"She is with me here. I lost two little
-ones in Texas, and Elinor is all I have left.
-I felt that for her sake I must seek a different
-climate, and that is why I am here."</p>
-
-<p>At that moment the curtains before the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span>
-door parted, and a small figure appeared.
-A solemn-faced little midget, about six
-years old, clasping to her breast a battered
-doll, stood before them.</p>
-
-<p>"Come in, dear, and speak to the
-doctor," Mrs. Temple said, glad of an
-interruption to a conversation which was
-becoming embarrassing.</p>
-
-<p>The little one advanced slowly, till she
-stood by the doctor's side. "Must I put
-out my tongue?" she asked.</p>
-
-<p>The doctor smiled. "No, I think I
-wouldn't. It's pretty cold for even a tongue
-to be out to-day."</p>
-
-<p>The child laughed merrily. "I wanted
-to go and buy mamma a little bunch of
-vi'lets, but she said I would freeze my
-nose off, and I wouldn't be pretty without
-any nose, would I?" Then, glancing down
-at her dilapidated, noseless doll, she looked
-a little abashed. "Excuse me, Lily," she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span>
-said gravely; "I didn't mean to hurt your
-feelings. I love you just as much as if
-you had as big a nose as the doctor's.
-I didn't have any money in my bank, anyhow,"
-she continued, "and mamma could
-not spare any five centses. You know
-we aren't rich any more. I 'spect the
-flowers are frozen up, anyway."</p>
-
-<p>"I'll get the violets for you," said the
-doctor, without looking at Mrs. Temple.
-"I know a nice, warm place where they
-live, and if you'll trust me I think I can
-find some fresh, sweet ones."</p>
-
-<p>Elinor clasped her hands. "You're
-very nice," she assured him. "And if you
-won't give me any nasty medicine, I'll
-love you very much."</p>
-
-<p>"I promise no nasty medicine," agreed
-the doctor, and their friendship was sealed.
-So well did it proceed that when the doctor
-took his leave, an hour later, Elinor<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>
-hugged him frantically, saying, "Doctor,
-come to-morrow. I get so lonely, and so
-does mamma. I wish you'd come every
-day," and the doctor's smile answered the
-suggestion.</p>
-
-<p>"Mamma," said the child, after the
-doctor had left them, "is that a very nice
-man?"</p>
-
-<p>"Why, darling; yes&mdash;of course&mdash;yes&mdash;he
-is very nice."</p>
-
-<p>"I fought so," she returned confidently.
-"Is he very 'spensive?"</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, you mean&mdash;wealthy. I think
-so, enough so, at all events. What
-funny questions. Why do you want to
-know?"</p>
-
-<p>"Just 'cause I like to ask funny questions.
-Mamma, do you like bread?"</p>
-
-<p>"Why, you midget, you are just asking
-questions to tease your mudder. You
-know I like bread."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Elinor laughed gleefully, and looked
-down at her doll. "Lily told me a secret
-to-day," she said, "and she won't let me
-tell till Christmas. It's a very nice one,
-but I can't tell you, mamma."</p>
-
-<p>"Very well. I will wait till Christmas."</p>
-
-<p>"Don't you want to know it?" the
-child asked, anxiously.</p>
-
-<p>"Not if you don't want to tell it."</p>
-
-<p>"But I do, only Lily won't let me.
-Mamma, this morning I was a kitten."</p>
-
-<p>"You were? I didn't discover it."</p>
-
-<p>"I was. I had a red ribbon round my
-neck, and I was black, and Lily was Elinor
-Temple, and she played with me. See
-where I scratched her. Do you want me
-to be a kitten for you, mamma?"</p>
-
-<p>"Not if you scratch, nor if you have
-to turn black."</p>
-
-<p>That amused Elinor greatly.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"I doesn't have to. I've just make-believe
-claws. Mamma, are you going to
-take me to church on Christmas?"</p>
-
-<p>"Why, of course. Don't you want
-to go?"</p>
-
-<p>"I didn't last Sunday; it was so long.
-The man in the white gown said so much.
-I fink he was a chatterbox."</p>
-
-<p>"Why, Elinor! what a thing to say
-about the good rector."</p>
-
-<p>"Well, mamma, it is what you say
-about me when I talk a long time, and
-you love me."</p>
-
-<p>Mrs. Temple smiled. "Then you don't
-want to go to church on Christmas?"</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, but I do; I like to hear the little
-boys sing, and I like to see the green
-things, but&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>"You get tired sitting so long?"</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, no, mamma; I couldn't get tired;
-I get too much rested."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"I see. Well, dearie, we will go to
-the early service, which is not so long."</p>
-
-<p>"And then come home and have the
-Santa Claus part of it for dessert; that
-will be nice. I wish the doctor would
-come soon; I want to ask him somefing."</p>
-
-<p>The doctor did come soon. Indeed,
-there was scarcely a day after this which
-did not see his stalwart form turning into
-the quiet street, and the affection between
-the grave man and the pretty child grew
-apace, so that many confidences passed
-between them.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 100px;">
-<img style="margin-top: 7em; margin-bottom: 10em;" src="images/image8.jpg" width="100" height="112" alt="End of chapter illustration" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p>
-
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
-<img style="margin-top: 3em;" src="images/image9.jpg" width="450" height="146" alt="Chapter illustration" />
-</div>
-
-<h2 style="margin-top: 3em; margin-bottom: 2.5em;">CHAPTER III</h2>
-
-<p><span class="smcap">One</span> afternoon the two were cosily
-occupying one big chair, in the
-absence of Mrs. Temple, who was glad to
-leave her treasure so well satisfied to
-stay at home, while she attended to some
-Christmas shopping.</p>
-
-<p>"Let's talk about Christmas," said
-Elinor, cuddling down by the side of the
-doctor, after watching her mother out of
-sight.</p>
-
-<p>"Isn't there a Santa Claus?" she
-asked.</p>
-
-<p>"So I have always been told."</p>
-
-<p>"There, I said so; Bill says there isn't."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"And who is Bill?"</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, a friend of mine," returned Elinor,
-jauntily.</p>
-
-<p>"I should like to know something about
-him."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, he's just a boy with&mdash;&mdash;" she
-clapped her hands over her mouth, and
-looked, with eyes full of laughter, at the
-doctor.</p>
-
-<p>"What?"</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, doctor, it isn't nice to make
-remarks about the dress of your friends,"
-returned the little monkey, drawing down
-her mouth demurely, and looking up
-mischievously from under her long
-lashes.</p>
-
-<p>"Then suppose we don't mention his
-dress. Tell me something else about
-him."</p>
-
-<p>"He has a very dirty face," said Elinor,
-with a little chuckle.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"He has? That is unfortunate. Why
-doesn't he wash it?"</p>
-
-<p>"I reckon 'cause he hasn't any soap or
-towels."</p>
-
-<p>"But he can get water easily."</p>
-
-<p>"Yes; but, doctor, don't you know how
-horrid it is to have your face washed, and
-to stand with it all dripping, 'specially in
-cold weather? and if you had no towel,
-you know, you wouldn't want to wash your
-face, either."</p>
-
-<p>"Perhaps not. Well, Bill is a boy with
-a dirty face. Is that all? Has he nothing
-else to boast of?"</p>
-
-<p>"Yes; he has a sister named Gerty.
-I s'pose she has a dirty face, too. I never
-saw her, 'cause she's got the rickets, and
-her grandfather has had yaller janders; but
-they is about gone. I think they must be
-rather pretty, don't you?"</p>
-
-<p>"What?"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Why, the yaller janders. It sounds
-like some sort of a flower, I always fink of&mdash;what
-are the yellow fings that come in
-the spring&mdash;the early ones?"</p>
-
-<p>"Daffodils?"</p>
-
-<p>Elinor shook her head. "Not zactly;
-mamma said they were about the same."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, jonquils."</p>
-
-<p>"Yes, that's it; are they anything
-alike?"</p>
-
-<p>"Like what? Daffodils?"</p>
-
-<p>"No; like yaller janders. Are yaller
-jonquils anything like them?"</p>
-
-<p>"No. I can't say that they are."</p>
-
-<p>"Have you any at your house?"</p>
-
-<p>The doctor laughed&mdash;"Fortunately, no,
-I know of none nearer than a hospital."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, do they grow in hospitals?"</p>
-
-<p>"Sometimes."</p>
-
-<p>"Will you take me there and show them
-to me?"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"I don't believe you would be particularly
-pleased to see anyone with what Bill
-calls 'yaller janders.'"</p>
-
-<p>"Why not?"</p>
-
-<p>"Because it is not a very pleasant disease
-to gaze upon."</p>
-
-<p>"Is it a sickness? Oh, I'm so disypointed.
-I fought they were flowers, and
-I was so glad the old grandfather had
-them. That's a dreffel disypointment,"
-she added, after a moment's silence.</p>
-
-<p>"But you have not told me about
-Bill," the doctor reminded her. "Where
-did you meet him&mdash;at a party?"</p>
-
-<p>"No-o," contemptuously. "I met him
-in the square. He sells vi'lets. I reckon
-that's why I fought his grandfather had
-flowers&mdash;yaller jander flowers.&mdash;Is bronicles
-flowers?"</p>
-
-<p>"I never heard of them."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, dear, I s'pect that's another disease.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span>
-You see it fooled me to see Bill
-selling vi'lets. I kind of fought he had a
-big garden full, or his grandfather had.
-He said his grandfather used to go out
-selling flowers till sumfing got the matter
-with his bronicles, and they couldn't stand
-the east wind."</p>
-
-<p>The doctor laughed so heartily that
-Elinor looked quite aggrieved.</p>
-
-<p>"I'll not tell you any more," she said,
-"if you make fun of me, and I was going
-to tell you lots."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, please pardon my laughter. I'll
-try not to be so silly again. You see, I
-sometimes laugh at nothing at all. It is a
-habit I have formed from living alone."</p>
-
-<p>Elinor looked at him very soberly.
-She wasn't quite sure whether this was
-earnest or not, but his being alone seemed
-a sufficient excuse, and, moreover, appealed
-to her sympathies, so she took hold of one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span>
-of her friend's big fingers, and held it
-confidingly.</p>
-
-<p>"Tell me truly," she said, "do you
-believe in Santa Claus?"</p>
-
-<p>"Most certainly. I think he is the
-greatest invention of any age."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, good! That sounds so certain
-sure. That's what Connie says. I didn't
-make it up. I did make up sumfing once."</p>
-
-<p>"You did? What was it?"</p>
-
-<p>"A&mdash;&mdash;I don't know what to call it.
-I'll tell you, and then you'll know." She
-nestled her golden head against the doctor's
-shoulder, and looked up in his face.
-"I was jumping in the cellar one day
-with Ida Miller, and I made a tree-men-jus
-jump, and I said, 'Oh, Ida, I made a
-jump right smite the javelin.' Don't you
-fink that's fine? I have said it over lots
-of times, 'cause I like the way it sounds,
-somefing like the Bible, you know."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"I think it is one of the most grandiloquent
-phrases I ever heard. You do not
-know how I admire it."</p>
-
-<p>"Do you, really?"</p>
-
-<p>"Yes, really."</p>
-
-<p>"Then, I'm glad I told you. Now, I'll
-tell you somefing else. It's a secret, but
-Lily said I might tell you. She won't let
-me tell mamma. It's about Bill. Do you
-want to hear it?"</p>
-
-<p>"Very much."</p>
-
-<p>"And you won't tell?"</p>
-
-<p>"No."</p>
-
-<p>"Cross your heart?"</p>
-
-<p>"Yes; cross my heart."</p>
-
-<p>"Then, it is this: Bill said he didn't
-believe there wa'n't no Santa Claus. He
-said it just that way." She stopped and
-looked searchingly at the doctor, but he
-was listening attentively.</p>
-
-<p>She gave her little mirthful chuckle<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>
-and went on. "Then I said, 'if you write
-to him, and he brings you what you ask,
-I reckon you'll believe in him,' and he said
-he'd be a blamed fool to do such a fing.
-He said blamed fool&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>"All right, he said blamed fool."</p>
-
-<p>Elinor buried her head in the doctor's
-sleeve and laughed silently. Then she
-looked up with eyes still full of mirth.
-"That was so funny," she said.</p>
-
-<p>"What was?"</p>
-
-<p>"To hear you say blamed fool. Did
-you ever say it before?"</p>
-
-<p>"Perhaps."</p>
-
-<p>"Don't you like to say it? I do. I
-go off in the corner and say it to Lily
-sometimes, just 'cause I like to hear
-myself. Do you do that?"</p>
-
-<p>"Go off by myself and say it to Lily?
-I haven't any Lily."</p>
-
-<p>"No, of course, but you might say it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span>
-just the same to a chair&mdash;or&mdash;or anyfing.
-Mamma says it's not nice for a lady to say
-it, and that's why I'm doing it all I can
-now, 'cause I'll be a lady some day, and
-then I can't. There are lots of fings that
-way. Anyhow, Bill said it, and I told him
-he was an aggynorstic. That sounds like a
-dreadful word, but it isn't, for I heard
-mamma call somebody that, and I asked
-her what it meant, and she said it
-meant a person that doesn't believe. I
-fought it would scare Bill, for I fink
-it has a scary sound, like the day of
-wrath."</p>
-
-<p>The doctor turned away his head, and,
-taking out his handkerchief, buried his face
-in it, a violent fit of coughing seeming to
-overtake him.</p>
-
-<p>Elinor looked quite alarmed, but the
-doctor assured her it was only a small
-matter, and though very red in the face,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span>
-he resumed a grave demeanor and asked
-Elinor to continue her tale.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" style="page-break-after: always;" />
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
-<img src="images/image4.jpg" width="450" height="549" alt="The Doctor turned away his head," />
-</div>
-
-<p class="center" style="margin-top: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 2em;">"<i>The Doctor turned away his head,<br /> and taking out his handkerchief,
-buried his face in it</i>"&mdash;Page 46]</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" style="page-break-after: always;" />
-
-<p>"Well," she went on, "'then Bill,' I said,
-'you're an aggynorstic,' and he stared at
-me so hard. 'I don't like aggynorstics,' I
-said, and he said 'what'll I do about it?'
-And I said, 'you write to Santa Claus just
-like'&mdash;&mdash;Oh, my! I was just going to
-tell such a precious secret. I won't,
-though&mdash;&mdash;Anyhow, I made him promise
-he'd write to Santa Claus if I'd buy
-vi'lets whenever I had any money in my
-bank. And he did write, and now I
-reckon he'll find out. He's real e'cited
-over it."</p>
-
-<p>"And where does he live?"</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, back in a little street that runs
-skwy-eyed, Connie says, across this. It's a
-horrid little street, and mamma won't let
-me go there, but I know where it is."</p>
-
-<p>"And where does Bill sell his violets?"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"In the square, by the fountain. He
-has beautiful red hair and the loveliest
-freckles you ever saw. I wish I had freckles
-and red hair; don't you?"</p>
-
-<p>"I can't say that I do desire them
-greatly, and I'm sure I like you much
-better as you are."</p>
-
-<p>"Do you? Well, maybe you do, but
-I don't. Do you fink Santa Claus got
-Bill's letter? I hope he did, for it seems
-dreadful for anyone to have no Santa Claus
-and no Christmas; it makes me feel sorry
-inside, as if I had eaten too many cakes.
-Do you fink he got it?"</p>
-
-<p>"That depends upon where he mailed
-it."</p>
-
-<p>"Why, in the post-office box, of course.
-The one on the corner, by the square, that
-says U. S. mail on it. What makes them
-turn it hind part before? Why don't they
-say mail us? It means the letters you put<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span>
-in, of course. It's so the man with the
-funny little wagon will know."</p>
-
-<p>The doctor frowned; then he laughed.
-It was such a funny translation of the U. S.
-mail. But just such fantastic ideas he
-knew took possession of the child. "That's
-all right," he said. "Uncle Sam does put
-things wrong-end-foremost sometimes.
-You tell Bill that if he put his letter in the
-box there's not the slightest doubt but that
-it will be answered."</p>
-
-<p>"I saw him put it in. He showed it
-to me, and I went with him to mail it. He
-can write pretty well, for he went to school
-before that time; about&mdash;about the bronicles,
-you know."</p>
-
-<p>The doctor nodded understandingly.</p>
-
-<p>"Do you believe Santa Claus will have
-enough turkeys to go around? Mamma
-says, if he hasn't, I may send Bill and
-Gerty some of mine. I'm going to try to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span>
-eat a very little piece, but I like turkey,
-and I hope Bill and Gerty will have a whole
-one to themselves, and I hope Gerty will
-get a doll, and if she doesn't, I'll have to
-send her the one Santa Claus brings me."</p>
-
-<p>"Why would you have to?"</p>
-
-<p>"Why, 'cause I wouldn't be such a
-piggy-wiggy as to keep two, and she not
-have any. It wouldn't be nice of me,
-when I have Lily. Could you have lots
-of fings when you knew somebody else
-didn't have any?"</p>
-
-<p>This was a home thrust, made so truthfully
-and innocently that the doctor wondered
-why all these years' Christmastide
-had not brought home to him such a
-reproach. He had eaten, drunken, been
-comfortable and care free, while just such
-opportunities had been waiting for him as
-this year offered.</p>
-
-<p>"Well," he said, as he took his departure,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span>
-"it's all right about Santa Claus,
-you tell Bill."</p>
-
-<p>"And you won't tell anyone," whispered
-Elinor.</p>
-
-<p>He assured her that the secret was
-safe, and went off with a very warm feeling
-inside. There seemed to be an expansiveness
-of light in the setting sun; a
-brightness about existence in general,
-which even cases of "yaller janders"
-and weak "bronicles" could not overshadow.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 100px;">
-<img style="margin-top: 7em; margin-bottom: 10em;" src="images/image10.jpg" width="100" height="97" alt="End of chapter illustration" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
-<img style="margin-top: 3em;" src="images/image11.jpg" width="450" height="188" alt="Chapter illustration" />
-</div>
-
-<h2 style="margin-top: 3em; margin-bottom: 2.5em;">CHAPTER IV</h2>
-
-<p><span class="smcap">"I must</span> look after that family," mused
-the doctor. "Bless the young things!
-a frolicsome kitten and a little earnest child,
-full of faith and love of human kind, can
-be wonderful factors in the matter of happiness.
-Strange how I have gone along
-missing both and not knowing what I
-missed. Let me see. I'll send Hooper to
-look after grandfather's 'bronicles;' he
-smiled broadly at the remembrance of the
-garbled word. I'd rather not have the
-little one know that I've a hand in it, and
-'twill be good for Hooper to try his hand
-at that sort of thing. Let me see if that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span>
-youngster's letter reached its proper destination."
-He stopped and pulled out the
-packet he carried.</p>
-
-<p>Yes, there it was, signed "Bill." The
-doctor stood and read the poor smudgy,
-mis-spelled little missive over, put it back
-in his pocket, and walked thoughtfully on,
-not knowing that at that very moment he
-was passing the writer, who, with his meagre
-supply of wan-looking violets, was
-offering them for sale.</p>
-
-<p>Bill as little knew that the letter over
-which he had spent much thought and
-hard labor was resting in the doctor's
-pocket, for he imagined it to be in the
-hands of a red-nosed, white-haired individual,
-with a jolly countenance and a
-twinkling eye&mdash;such a one as could be
-seen, more or less realistically represented
-in shop windows. A very different looking
-person, indeed, from this portly, prosperous-appearing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span>
-man with the keen eyes,
-who wore "swagger clothes, and didn't
-care nothin' fer poor cusses, or he'd 'a
-bought somethin' from a feller." Bill's ire
-was roused by this kind of person, so indifferent
-and absent-minded, as never even
-to glance at the violets, nor give a regretful
-negative, as some nice ladies did.</p>
-
-<p>"Talk about old Santa Claus," muttered
-Bill, "if he is anybody at all, he ain't
-friends to nobody but rich folks; that's
-what I say. I ain't never heard from him, an'
-I guess I ain't never goin' to, what's more."</p>
-
-<p>But, as if to chide his lack of faith,
-Elinor herself appeared like a reproving
-angel at his side. "Bill," she said, standing
-on tip-toe that she might see the box-cover
-in which the violets lay, "Bill, have
-you sold lots to-day?"</p>
-
-<p>"No, I ain't," he answered, rather
-crossly.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Oh, then, I can spend all these five
-centses. The doctor picked them all out of
-his pocket for me, and told me to buy
-vi'lets for mamma. So, I have to. Ten
-five centses, see. I told mamma I would
-come right back. She is watching out of
-the window for me."</p>
-
-<p>Bill's face took on a little sunshine.
-Ten bunches! Why, it would nearly clean
-out his stock. What luck!</p>
-
-<p>"Say," he said, in a low voice, "'bout
-that Santa Claus, you know. Time's gittin'
-clost."</p>
-
-<p>"Yes," said Elinor, eagerly holding
-out her hands to receive the violets.</p>
-
-<p>"I don't believe he comes to poor
-folks," continued Bill; "mind, I don't say
-there ain't no Santa Claus; but I say he
-ain't no friend o' folks what lives in
-Hitchen's court."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, but he is. Dr. Brewster says so,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span>
-and he knows everyfing&mdash;he does truly&mdash;and
-he told me to tell you that there was
-a Santa Claus, really, really." Bill stared
-at the ground. "And he said if you put
-your letter in the box, Santa Claus will
-surely get it there, and you will get an
-answer. So, now," and she walked off
-with a little switch of her skirts, and a
-decided sort of air, as she would say there
-was no further doubt possible.</p>
-
-<p>Bill looked after her. Ten bunches of
-violets meant a corresponding amount of
-faith, and an hour later an empty box lid
-went home with him. But the very fact of
-the emptiness of the box cover meant a
-fullness of belief. And Gerty; poor little,
-rickety Gerty, also received a prop to her
-faltering hopes in Bill's words. "They
-are a Sandy Claus, Gert, sure as shootin'!
-A big bug what I knows about says so.
-Ain't you glad?"</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Are you goin' to believe in him?"
-asked Gerty, in an excited whisper.</p>
-
-<p>"Yes, I am," sturdily returned Bill.</p>
-
-<p>"So'm I, then," answered Gerty. "I'm
-goin' to believe he'll bring me a doll, and
-a&mdash;a orange, and a&mdash;a new frock, and a&mdash;a
-picture book and candy, and&mdash;" her whisper
-rose shrilly as she became more ambitious,
-"and a&mdash;a turkey!" The climax was
-reached.</p>
-
-<p>"Sho!" said Bill, doubtfully, "I don't
-believe he'll do all that."</p>
-
-<p>"What's the use of believing at all if
-you don't believe he can do every bit?"
-returned Gerty, who did not regard half
-measures with favor. "I'm goin' to believe
-I'll git it all&mdash;and more," she added, with
-an extra touch of defiance of fate.</p>
-
-<p>Bill looked at her half-admiringly. Such
-temerity was beyond his mental stature,
-although, given a proper field for physical<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span>
-valor, and he'd show no white feather, as
-various urchins in the neighborhood could
-testify.</p>
-
-<p>"How long is it before Christmas?"
-asked Gerty. "Three days, ain't it?"</p>
-
-<p>"'Bout that. Say, Gert, we ain't ast
-fur nothin' fur grandpop in that letter."</p>
-
-<p>"Why, yes, we did. We ast fur a doctor
-to cure his bronicles. Don't you know?"</p>
-
-<p>"So we did. How is he?"</p>
-
-<p>"I don't know, he's kinder yaller yit,
-an' he can't eat much."</p>
-
-<p>A sharp rap at the door interrupted
-them, and a smiling young man entered to
-to their "Come in."</p>
-
-<p>"Is this&mdash;Bill?" he asked.</p>
-
-<p>The boy nodded.</p>
-
-<p>"Your grandfather, he's ill?"</p>
-
-<p>"Hm-hm," returned Bill, looking suspiciously
-at the visitor's careful attire.</p>
-
-<p>"Ah, yes." The young man put up an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span>
-eye-glass and peered around the dingy
-rooms, Bill meantime eying him, as much
-as to say, what business is it of yours how
-we look?</p>
-
-<p>"Could I see him?" queried the young
-man.</p>
-
-<p>"I dunno. See here. What d'yer
-want? I'll pay yer rent. Yer needn't go
-badgerin' gran'pop about it."</p>
-
-<p>The young man stared. "Bless me,
-my son. I don't want any rent. I'm," he
-smiled, and whimsically took out his
-card case. "Pardon me for not properly
-introducing myself. I am Dr. Hooper, and
-I have been asked to call professionally
-on your grandfather by a friend of his."</p>
-
-<p>"Whew!" Bill gave voice to a low
-whistle, and glanced at Gerty, who had
-taken the card with a funny little air of
-polite acceptance, and, at a word from her
-brother, led the way into a hole of a room,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span>
-hardly more than a closet, where an old
-man lay.</p>
-
-<p>The doctor remained about fifteen or
-twenty minutes, and when he again came
-into the presence of the boy and his sister,
-he said:</p>
-
-<p>"I think your grandfather will be better
-under my immediate care, and I will see
-that he is removed&mdash;if&mdash;if you don't object&mdash;to
-a pleasant room in a pleasant place."</p>
-
-<p>"An 'orspital?" queried Gerty.</p>
-
-<p>The young man nodded.</p>
-
-<p>"Say, look here, he ain't goin' to no
-'orspital," objected Bill.</p>
-
-<p>"He is, too," retorted Gerty; then
-turning to the doctor, "You can take
-him." She gave the permission grandly.
-"I know all about it and Bill don't. I've
-seen one."</p>
-
-<p>"My son," said the doctor, addressing
-Bill, "your sister is a person of unusual<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span>
-acumen. She&mdash;she knows a good thing
-when she sees it. I give you my word that
-the friend of whom I spoke thoroughly
-approves of your grandfather's removal."</p>
-
-<p>"And can't we see him?" asked Bill,
-looking very dubious.</p>
-
-<p>"Bless you, yes, every day, if you want
-to."</p>
-
-<p>"And will you bring him back for
-Christmas?" asked Bill again.</p>
-
-<p>The doctor considered. "If it is possible.
-At least, I can promise you shall
-eat your Christmas dinner together."</p>
-
-<p>The two children exchanged glances.
-The answer implied that there was to be a
-Christmas dinner.</p>
-
-<p>"I will come to-morrow morning in
-my carriage for him," added the doctor.
-"That is, if I may."</p>
-
-<p>"Yer hear that, Gert? A kerridge.
-Ain't we swagger?" and Bill laughed.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>He followed the young doctor to the
-door, and shut it after him as he went outside.
-Plucking him by the sleeve, he asked
-in a low tone, "Mister doctor, that there
-friend what sent you. Say, honest now,
-tell a fellow square. Was it old Sandy
-Claus?"</p>
-
-<p>The doctor hesitated, looked down at
-the earnest, ugly little face, lighted up by
-a strong hope, its dirt and unhealthy
-color but dimly descried in the flaring
-light of the dingy court, and he felt a
-new concern for this "gutter-snipe" with
-whom he had suddenly come in contact.
-He laughed softly and said, "Yes; you're
-about right. Call him Santa Claus."</p>
-
-<p>Bill went in and shut the door very
-solemnly. Things were happening mysteriously,
-and he felt somewhat awed at
-what his experiences implied.</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p>
-
-
-
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
-<img style="margin-top: 3em;" src="images/image12.jpg" width="450" height="183" alt="Chapter illustration" />
-</div>
-
-<h2 style="margin-top: 3em; margin-bottom: 2.5em;">CHAPTER V</h2>
-
-<p><span class="smcap">Dr.</span> Brewster received a call from his
-young assistant that same evening.
-He entered with a bored, blase air into the
-doctor's study, and stood staring, and,
-slapping his gloves together as if he had
-not one single idea in his noddle. Then
-he spoke.</p>
-
-<p>"The old fellow&mdash;in Hitchen's Court,
-you know&mdash;beastly dirty hole, by the way&mdash;he
-needs looking after, wants a sunny
-room and good nourishment, and all that
-sort of thing. He'll get worse if he stays
-there. I'm going to take him to our hospital,
-if you don't mind."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Take him?" the doctor chuckled.</p>
-
-<p>The young man flushed, "Yes. Bah
-Jove! I can't see an old fellow like that,
-don't you know, dying for want of a little
-attention. Now, doctor, I'm no charity
-fiend, but&mdash;I say, what are you chuckling
-about?"</p>
-
-<p>"At your past record in the matter of
-pet charities, and your open expressions
-regarding those who have them. Go on,
-Sig, my dear fellow. You said you'd take
-him."</p>
-
-<p>The young man flung off his overcoat,
-displaying his evening dress and the flower
-in his button-hole. "Yes, I said <i>take</i> him&mdash;in
-my carriage to-morrow morning."
-He looked up, as if expecting protest.</p>
-
-<p>"Bless you, man, I don't object if you
-don't," returned the older man. "He's an
-old fraud, doubtless, has no 'bronicles' to
-speak of, and wouldn't know 'yaller janders'<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span>
-from scarlet fever. Where do you
-purpose placing him?"</p>
-
-<p>"In the pay ward," said the young
-doctor, defiantly.</p>
-
-<p>Dr. Brewster threw back his head and
-laughed.</p>
-
-<p>"But, I say, doctor," continued the
-other, "you ought to see him, such a pitiful-looking,
-white-haired, old chap, with
-those kids on his hands for years. I say,
-he's been handicapped, you know. And&mdash;Bah
-Jove! doctor, what did you send
-me there for?"</p>
-
-<p>"To see how you liked Hitchen's
-Court."</p>
-
-<p>The young man passed over the reply.
-"I say it's a beastly shame," he went on.
-"That old chap is a better fellow than I am
-any day, I say, there's something wrong."</p>
-
-<p>"Desperately so, I grant you&mdash;with
-us."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The young man looked up quickly.
-"It's beastly," he repeated.</p>
-
-<p>"Sig, you're a huge joke," laughed the
-doctor. "Go 'long with you and your paupers.
-By the way, what about the children?"</p>
-
-<p>The young man smiled broadly. "They
-are a pair. I believe that poor little wretch
-of a red-headed snipe supports the family.
-Ah, doctor, I say we're nowhere with my
-Lord William. Such airs; bluffed me off
-at first."</p>
-
-<p>He sat on the arm of the chair,
-swinging one foot thoughtfully. Dr. Brewster
-looked at him. Young, good-looking,
-rich; what the public called "a howling
-swell;" a dilettante in his profession, yet
-possessing ability, if but the proper motive
-stirred his impulses. He had been wont
-to maintain that half the world's poor were
-whining impostors, and the other half
-incorrigible reprobates.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The elder man watched him with a
-half smile. "You'll take the old man, then,
-and I'll see to the young ones," he
-remarked after a time.</p>
-
-<p>Sigourney Hooper slipped on his overcoat
-again. "By the way," he said, "they
-think Santa Claus sent me," and he gave a
-grin of amusement.</p>
-
-<p>Dr. Brewster looked grave. "Who is
-Santa Claus, anyhow?" he returned.
-"The embodiment of goodness, charity
-and kindly feeling."</p>
-
-<p>"They were right, then," replied Sigourney,
-holding out his hand. "We'll have to
-give them a Christmas, doctor, for I promised
-not to keep grandfather from the
-bosom of his family on that festal day.
-Holy Moses! Festivities in that hole!
-Ugh!"</p>
-
-<p>Dr. Brewster sat smiling to himself
-long after his visitor had departed. A<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span>
-wheel within a wheel, the ripples caused
-by the dropping of the smallest of pebbles;
-the movings toward a broad humanity set
-astir by the prattle of a child; by the
-instinctive appeal for warmth and protection
-made by a little hunted animal; the
-breath of the spirit on the face of the
-waters! He pondered over these mysterious
-forces, while Kittyboy purred contentedly
-at his elbow.</p>
-
-<p>Kittyboy fared well these days. He
-never failed to station himself by the
-doctor's chair at meal time, and was so
-indulged in the matter of tid-bits that
-his coat grew as sleek as satin; and if he
-had not been of such a very volatile temperament,
-it is quite likely that he would
-have become fat and lazy.</p>
-
-<p>The housekeeper confided to Maggie
-that something had made the doctor grow
-ten years younger, and the housemaid<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span>
-immediately attributed the fact to the
-presence of Kittyboy. Certain it is that
-the doctor busied himself with many things
-to which he had heretofore seemed indifferent,
-and his sober establishment underwent
-all sorts of changes. "All on account of
-the cat," said Maggie.</p>
-
-<p>A well-to-do physician who has retained
-just enough practice to keep him contented
-is rather an enviable individual, and Dr.
-Brewster looked the picture of genial content
-as he stepped into his carriage on
-Christmas Eve. Just where he went was
-best known to his coachman, who had long
-ago learned the value of keeping his own
-counsel. But the faith in Santa Claus
-which that evening justified was felt in
-more than one wretched dwelling. Especially
-did two anxious little souls, who had
-staked their last hope on the letter they
-had sent, feel that their mustard seed of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span>
-belief had indeed grown to gigantic size
-when hampers and bundles from Santa
-Claus were displayed to their glad and
-astonished eyes.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, Bill, I said I believed he'd bring all
-I wanted, and more," cried Gerty, laughing
-and crying at the same time. "And he
-did, he did. And grandpop's gone to stay
-in that grand room and get well, and I'm
-goin' to get well, and we've a whole turkey
-and fixins, Bill, fixins. I never said nothin'
-about them. And gran'pop 'll be here an'
-help us eat it. An', oh, Bill. They are a
-Sandy Claus, they are, ain't they?"</p>
-
-<p>"Well, I should smile," replied Bill,
-surveying the bountiful supplies before
-him.</p>
-
-<p>"An' you'll tell that little gal first thing,
-won't you?" said Gerty.</p>
-
-<p>"Won't I!" returned Bill, too happy
-for more speech.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The doctor paced the floor a long time
-that night. He thought of many things;
-of the dreary dwellings he had that day
-seen; of the sorrowing poor; of the little
-it had taken to make a few hearts glad,
-and most of all he thought of little Elinor
-Temple and her mother. He remembered
-a Christmas Eve which had promised him
-a great joy, but which had brought him a
-great sorrow&mdash;the sorrow which he had
-kept locked in his heart for fifteen long
-years. Not once had he faltered in his
-faith in the girl who had turned from the
-young physician, just starting on his career,
-and had married rollicking Captain Temple.
-Dr. Brewster smiled sadly as he
-remembered how Mrs. Temple had said
-but the day before: "We sometimes make
-errors of judgment, but if we err from a
-mistaken motive of unselfishness, we suffer
-just the same." And that had told the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span>
-whole story. It was the only justification
-she had ever attempted, the only reference
-to what he knew she must have endured;
-but he had inadvertently heard many things
-during these past weeks. He had re-read,
-with fresh delight, an old chapter in his life.
-He had opened his heart to the love of an
-innocent child, and the door being open,
-what else fair and beautiful might not find
-admittance.</p>
-
-<p>There was a rare exultation in the doctor's
-smile, as the bells rang in the midnight
-hour, and declared the promise of
-peace and good will.</p>
-
-<p>On Christmas morning around Kittyboy's
-neck was fastened, by the doctor's
-own hand, a bright red ribbon. Then he
-was placed in a basket and deposited upon
-the cushions of the doctor's carriage.</p>
-
-<p>With the basket in his hand, Dr.
-Brewster entered Mrs. Temple's cozy<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span>
-sitting-room, where a hearty welcome
-awaited him.</p>
-
-<p>"Elinor has such a host of pretty
-things," said the child's mother, "and yet
-she seems a little disappointed. She tells
-me there are two gifts she specially wanted,
-which Santa Claus did not bring her, but
-she will not tell me what they are."</p>
-
-<p>"I think I know," returned the doctor,
-smiling. "Come here, Dot, Santa Claus
-asked me to bring your gifts to you,
-because he could not trust any one else,
-and he knew I'd take better care of them
-than some others."</p>
-
-<p>Elinor looked at him gravely from
-under her long lashes, and watched eagerly
-while he uncovered the basket, from out
-of which jumped a sleek black little kitten,
-which stretched himself comfortably, looking
-up with friendly eyes at the doctor.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, mine own Jollity!" cried Elinor.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span>
-"Oh, mamma, see! Oh, isn't Santa Claus
-good?" and she clasped Kittyboy rapturously
-in her arms. "And the other
-present," she said, laughing, "you couldn't
-bring that in a basket."</p>
-
-<p>"It is here, if mamma will let you keep
-it," and the doctor took the child on his
-knee, hiding his face in her curly locks.
-"Tell mamma what it is," he whispered.</p>
-
-<p>"Oh, mamma," cried the child, "I
-wrote to Santa Claus and asked him for a
-new kitty and a new papa. That was the
-secret Lily and I had." For a moment she
-looked puzzled, and then a light broke
-over her face, while she let the kitten go,
-and clasped the doctor's neck closer, closer.
-"And, oh mamma," she continued, "when
-Santa Claus has sent me such a beautiful,
-'spensive papa, you will let me keep him,
-won't you?" And the mother, amid
-laughter and blushes, could not say her nay.</p>
-
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-[Illustration: _A solemn-faced little midget, about six years old,
-clasping to her breast a battered doll, stood before them_--Page 31]
-
-
-KITTYBOY'S CHRISTMAS
-
-by
-
-AMY E. BLANCHARD
-
-Author of "Two Girls," "Taking a Stand,"
-"A Dear Little Girl," etc.
-
-Illustrated by Ida Waugh
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-Philadelphia
-George W. Jacobs & Co.
-1898
-
-Copyright by
-George W. Jacobs & Co.
-1898
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER I
-
-
-Kittyboy was lost. It was an evident fact. He stood on the corner of
-the alley which led into a wide street to which he had been chased
-by an aggressive dog, and with every hair bristling, looked around
-for a friendly door, but they were all shut closely; and the snow was
-beginning to fall, in an uncertain way, just a flake here and there,
-displaying exquisitely perfect crystals on the stone steps and the
-brick pavement, then melting away very slowly.
-
-Kittyboy tucked his four small paws neatly under him, and crouched in a
-corner, once in a while giving a plaintive little "meow," which no one
-noticed, if any one heard. Yet, after all, Kittyboy's losing of himself
-was not such a dreadful thing, for he was always being kicked aside
-as a troublesome beast, even before his little mistress, Annie Brady,
-was sent away to a Home, being considered by her uncle's family in the
-light of a nuisance, quite as great as Kittyboy himself. Nevertheless,
-in spite of his rather unpleasant experiences in the world, Kittyboy
-was full of a happy confidence in humanity scarcely to be expected.
-So, presently seeing a figure coming up the street, he rose from his
-compact attitude and ran along by the railing of an area, rubbing his
-sides against the narrow bars, and finally followed the figure up the
-broad steps; then, as the latch-key was turned in the door, he saw his
-opportunity, and slipped in.
-
-It was rather late; eleven o'clock or more, and getting colder every
-minute. The house was very quiet, no one astir anywhere; a light,
-however, was burning in one room, where a warm fire blazed in the open
-grate, the sight of which so delighted Kittyboy that he began to purr
-contentedly. The light, now turned up, showed more distinctly what
-manner of person it was whom Kittyboy had followed: an elderly man,
-with keen, sharp eyes; he was somewhat portly, was well dressed, and
-brisk in his movements. Kittyboy's little black form, snuggled in one
-corner, where he sat blinking at the fire, was not noticed by this
-other occupant of the room, who, lighting a cigar, sat down by a table,
-stretched out his legs comfortably, and unfolded the evening paper.
-
-Presently, the sharp sound of a coal dropping on the polished hearth
-disturbed Kittyboy's nap, and he jumped up, with visions of whips
-cracking over his head, and gave a leap away from the fire. The sharp
-noise also attracted the attention of the reader, who looked over the
-top of his newspaper to see four little furry feet daintily stepping
-across the rug.
-
-"What are you doing here! Get out, cat!" came an exclamation in so much
-milder language than that to which Kittyboy was accustomed, that he
-considered it in the light of an overture, and springing up on the arm
-of the chair, in which this new acquaintance was sitting, he proceeded
-to play with the newspaper, patting the two sides, with ears very much
-forward, and an alert look on the wise little face, as if in momentary
-expectation of seeing a mouse jump out from the folds of the sheet.
-
-The very audacity of the performance tickled the man's fancy. "You
-impudent little beast," he said; "how did you get in here, anyhow?
-Aha! I know. I believe I saw you as I came up the steps. You must have
-slipped in behind me. But this will never do; you will have to get out
-again. No cats allowed in my house."
-
-For answer, Kittyboy began to rub his head against the arm nearest him,
-purring softly.
-
-The man regarded him less severely. "If I'm going to turn you out,
-I may as well give you something to eat. You are none too well fed,
-I see," he remarked; and, rising, he took his way to another room,
-where, after hunting around, he found in the larder a pitcher of
-cream, set away by the housekeeper for her master's morning coffee.
-All unconscious of bringing dismay to the worthy woman, Dr. Brewster
-emptied the contents of the pitcher in a saucer and set it down,
-watching Kittyboy eagerly lap up this unexpected treat.
-
-"Now you must go," said the doctor; and Kittyboy followed confidently
-at his heels. But the draught of icy wind which greeted him as the
-front door was opened, caused the little fellow to scamper back to
-the library, where, before the open fire, he again sat down and began
-complacently to wash his face.
-
-Back into the room came Dr. Brewster, laughing in spite of himself.
-"You are a sly little rascal," he said; "come, come," and he picked
-up the unresisting little creature, which cuddled down comfortably in
-his arms, as if it were beyond the bounds of possibility that a second
-attempt should be made to put him out, and the good doctor actually
-began to have compunctions. "I always vowed I'd never have a cat
-in the house," he said, under his breath; "am I to give in at this
-late day? Well! you audacious little wretch, I'll let you stay till
-morning. It's too cold a night to turn any creature out of doors," and
-Kittyboy's triumph was complete when he was put down on the hearth-rug
-and allowed to continue his ablutions, while the doctor resumed his
-paper.
-
-But it was strange that the presence of a little black cat could turn a
-sober man's interest from foreign news and the quotations of the stock
-market, and that he should have found himself dwelling on the memory of
-two little eager faces which he had seen that day gazing into a window
-decked out with Christmas toys, and, furthermore, that twice he should
-have read over an item which went as follows:
-
-"Every year, about Christmas time, a number of letters find their way
-to the Post Office; they are variously addressed to Santa Claus, Kris
-Kringle, or St. Nicholas, and are the outcome of childish faith. One
-is forced to wonder how often they must be followed by disappointment,
-since there can appear no claimant for them."
-
-The doctor, we have said, read the paragraph twice over, and then,
-lowering his paper, sat looking thoughtfully into the fire. After
-a while a smile broke over his face, and he returned to his sheet.
-But the smile did not leave his lips till he extinguished the light
-and went to his room, leaving the sleeping Kittyboy curled up on the
-hearth-rug in a condition of delicious warmth and comfort.
-
-When, the next morning, at the sight of buckets and brooms brought
-in by the housemaid, Kittyboy scampered out, it was to find refuge
-in the dining-room, just as the doctor opened the door to go to his
-breakfast. This time Kittyboy was not driven out, for the cheery
-waitress said, "It brings good luck, doctor, sorr, to have a cat come
-to the house, especially a black cat." And by the time the doctor had
-finished, indulgently feeding Kittyboy with bits from his own plate,
-and Kittyboy had responded by such antics as kept the doctor laughing,
-it was an understood thing that the little cat was fairly adopted into
-the family.
-
-The invasion of a common little street cat into the bachelor's
-household quite scandalized the good housekeeper, who could not get it
-out of her head that Kittyboy had in some way purloined the cream, but,
-said the cheerful Maggie, "It's far too quiet here to suit me, and the
-doctor actually ate his breakfast this morning without the paper at his
-elbow. I certainly am glad to see some sort of a young creature about
-the house." The housekeeper gave a sniff, but even she smiled furtively
-a moment later at sight of Kittyboy wildly chasing his tail.
-
-Buttoning himself up well in his overcoat, the doctor, after breakfast,
-took his way down town, and went straight to the city Post Office. He
-did not stop as he passed through the long corridor till he reached the
-private office of the Postmaster himself.
-
-"Hello, Brewster, what brings you here so early?" questioned that
-worthy, looking up from his desk. "Haven't any complaints to make
-about Uncle Sam's mail, have you? Don't be too hard on us if things
-aren't just on time. There is a great rush from now till after the
-holidays, and you old bachelors are so methodical that, if a letter is
-a minute and a quarter late, you think the entire Post Office system
-is tottering. Sit down."
-
-"No," replied the doctor. "I didn't come to complain, Hardy, I came to
-see if I could collect the mail for Santa Claus."
-
-Mr. Hardy put down his pen, and stared at his visitor. "What are you
-driving at, anyhow?" he asked. "Oh, I see; some charity Christmas tree,
-or something. How much will let me off, doc?"
-
-The doctor smiled. "I'm not on that errand at all. I simply want to
-know if it is possible to have any letters, now lying in this office,
-addressed to Santa Claus, delivered to me?"
-
-Mr. Hardy looked thoughtful for a moment. "Are there any such letters?"
-he then asked.
-
-The doctor felt in his pocket for the last evening's paper, which he
-had taken the precaution to carry with him, and silently pointed out
-the paragraph he had read the night before.
-
-Mr. Hardy nodded understandingly. "I don't see why you shouldn't
-have them," he replied finally; "I'll get them for you, doc, if it's
-possible," and, leaving the office, he presently returned with about
-half a dozen letters, which he handed to his friend. "There you are,"
-he said. "No need to ask what you're going to do with them. It's just
-like the things you used to do when we were lads. It takes me back to
-the old days when Christmas comes around. Come up and see us, doc; the
-latch string is always out," and he turned to his desk, as the doctor
-with his budget left the room.
-
-The latter went directly to his club, and opened the funny, smudgy
-little notes. Some of them printed; some sprawled across a wide page,
-some very zig-zag and uncertain.
-
- "_Don't, good Santa Claus, forget our corner_," read one, "_20uth
- and Purl street, if you can't git down the chimney cause they are
- reggyters come in the window, we'll leave it a little bit open so you
- can hist it easy_.
-
- "BOB."
-
-"That youngster's all right," nodded the doctor. "I know the locality,
-and there's not a doubt but that his stocking will be well-filled."
-
-The next was printed.
-
- "_I am a good girl bring me the doll. Fill wants a bow narrow_,"
-
---but there was no address, and this, too, was laid aside.
-
-Then came a queer little, half-printed, half-written epistle:
-
- "DEAR SANTA: _I want a new papa and a new kitten. Conny says kittens
- are easy enuff to get, but papas are much harder and very spensive.
- but I dont want just any kitten please, cause my dear Jollity was
- black and all the kittens this year are grey. if you have any black
- ones to spare please bring me one and a papa with a red ribbon around
- its neck. dont go to grandpas at Fort wurth where we were last year
- cause we aint there now we are at 610 west 12 street._
-
- "ELINOR TEMPLE."
-
-As the doctor read the signature a red flush mounted to his forehead,
-and he cast a confused look around him; then he slipped the letter into
-his pocket, took two or three turns up and down the room, and returned
-to his examination of the rest of the mail.
-
-The last two letters were pitiful appeals from homes of want and
-misery; timid little requests, full of childish faith, which made the
-doctor shake his head and blink his eyes, frowning the while. These
-letters he also put aside, and then paced the floor in deep thought.
-
-[Illustration]
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-
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-
-
-
-
-CHAPTER II
-
-
-It was high noon when he turned toward home. He had forgotten all
-about Kittyboy, but when the confident little beastie came rubbing up
-against him, purring softly, the doctor smiled, as if a sudden thought
-had struck him, and stooping down, he rubbed Kittyboy's head; after
-which performance the artful little creature rolled over on his back,
-and turned his gold-colored eyes upon the doctor, inviting a frolic;
-then up and away he scudded, with arched back and curved tail, the very
-embodiment of a witch's familiar.
-
-"You little imp of darkness!" cried the doctor. "Such capers in the
-house of a sober bachelor! You'll be occupying my bedroom next and
-calling it your own." A prediction which speedily came true, for that
-very night Kittyboy slyly crept up behind the doctor, and, hiding
-himself, craftily bided his time, and in the dead of night stole forth
-and curled himself up on the foot of the bed, waking the doctor in
-the morning by licking his hand with a red, rough, little tongue.
-And then followed wild, frantic gambols, dancing and prancing over
-everything; coquettings with the tassels of a dressing gown; tussles
-with a slipper; mock fears of a very innocent reflection in the glass;
-delicate tip-toeings about the dressing table, with attempts to pry
-into every box and drawer; then one leap into the air and a waltzing
-after a little black tail whose existence Kittyboy seemed only that
-moment to have discovered. All this so entertained the doctor, that he
-lay in bed shaking with laughter at the absurd antics, and went down to
-breakfast with Kittyboy on his shoulder.
-
-After this it was evident that Kittyboy considered the second-story
-front bedroom as his own. To be sure he generously allowed Dr. Brewster
-to share it, to occupy the bed, if he were not in the middle of it;
-or the doctor might sit in any comfortable chair for which Kittyboy
-had no immediate use; but the lordly little creature took possession
-so absolutely that the doctor's sense of humor was greatly tickled by
-this overweening complacency and confidence, and he meekly took another
-chair when Kittyboy occupied the better one, or, indeed, moved over to
-the right side of the bed if Kittyboy preferred the left.
-
-It was the evening of the day which had seen the doctor at the Post
-Office. It seemed to him that it had been many more than twenty-four
-hours since the sly little cat had followed him indoors, and had
-ingratiated himself into the good man's favor. Already the doctor was
-making a confidant of this same little waif.
-
-"What would you do about it, you little limb of Satan?" he asked, as he
-opened the letter he had so carefully put aside that morning. "Come,
-you shall decide. Let us see what sort of oracle you can make. You
-started this, anyhow, as I remember. Now get me out of it, if you can."
-
-Kittyboy winked soberly, as the doctor thus addressed him, but looked
-very wise, as if he knew much more than he proposed to tell.
-
-The doctor softly stroked the black fur, which was less rough than
-it had been the day before. "Shall I go or not?" he asked. "You can
-advise, and then, like others in the same position, I'll do as I
-choose. Here is the letter." He shook it at the little creature, who
-grabbed it in both paws, rolled over with it once or twice, then taking
-it in his mouth he jumped down from the table and walked off with his
-prize to the chair where a soft felt hat of the doctor's was lying.
-Into this jumped Kittyboy, letter and all, and, curling himself up,
-looked with a knowing wink at the man who was watching him.
-
-"Nothing could be plainer," laughed the doctor. "Go is the word. Pick
-up your hat and its contents, you say. Here we are, take us and go.
-Such wisdom! For real out and out witchcraft, commend me to a black
-cat. Ah, Kittyboy, it is well you did not live in the time of those
-old fellows, my ancestors, Wrastling Brewster and Preserved Fish, and
-the rest, or we'd both be strung up for practicing the black arts,
-although such names as they had were enough to choke them without
-hanging.
-
-"Well, my small wizard, go it is, since your suggestion suits my
-inclination; who knows? who knows?" He sat absently stroking the little
-cat, who had returned to the table, and it was evident that something
-had given him food for deep, and not altogether unpleasant, reflection,
-for the evening paper lay untouched, and the open fire seemed to hold
-the man's fixed attention. Was it Kittyboy's sorceries that caused
-past events to rise as flames from ashes, to add a new warmth to a
-half-chilled memory?
-
-[Illustration: "_Into this jumped Kittyboy_"--Page 26]
-
-The next morning it was that Dr. Brewster turned his steps toward a
-quiet street in a modest quarter of the city. An open square gave a
-pleasant, airy appearance to the neighborhood. The sun was shining
-brightly, but the air was frosty, and the doctor stepped along briskly.
-His footsteps did not falter until he reached the house, 610 West
-Twelfth Street, and then for a moment he paused, taking off his hat and
-wiping his brow as if it were a warm day. Immediately after, however,
-he mounted the steps with a firm step and gave the bell a vigorous
-pull. It was answered by a neat maid, who paused expectantly for the
-card, which the doctor did not produce. "Tell Mrs. Temple a friend
-wishes to see her," was his message.
-
-He was ushered into a small room, which was warm and cosy. A fire
-glowed in a Baltimore heater. There were pretty, tasteful articles
-scattered about, which gave the room a cheerful, homelike look. The
-doctor picked up a book from the table, put it down again, nervously
-took two or three turns up and down the floor, and finally stationed
-himself, with his hands behind him, at one of the windows, fixing his
-eyes upon the street.
-
-Presently some one entered, and a soft voice said, "You wished to see
-me?"
-
-The doctor turned abruptly, and held out his hand to the tall, fair
-woman who stood before him. "Elinor," he said,--the color mounted to
-the lady's cheek,--"Dr. Brewster," she faltered. "How--where did you
-learn of me?"
-
-"At the club," replied the doctor, gravely and truthfully.
-
-"It is truly good to see an old friend," continued Mrs. Temple. "You
-know--you have heard."
-
-"I know nothing but that you are here," answered the doctor.
-
-"My husband died two years ago," went on Mrs. Temple. "He was very good
-to me, and he idolized our little daughter." Her eyes dropped before
-the doctor's earnest gaze, but they had already told that which the
-doctor had for so many years longed to know, whether in marrying big,
-wealthy, dissipated Captain Temple, Elinor Arsquith had pleased merely
-herself, or whether to spare her father's good name she had sacrificed
-her girlhood.
-
-He drew in his breath quickly, and for a moment no word was spoken
-between them.
-
-"And your little girl?" asked the doctor, breaking the silence.
-
-"She is with me here. I lost two little ones in Texas, and Elinor is
-all I have left. I felt that for her sake I must seek a different
-climate, and that is why I am here."
-
-At that moment the curtains before the door parted, and a small figure
-appeared. A solemn-faced little midget, about six years old, clasping
-to her breast a battered doll, stood before them.
-
-"Come in, dear, and speak to the doctor," Mrs. Temple said, glad of an
-interruption to a conversation which was becoming embarrassing.
-
-The little one advanced slowly, till she stood by the doctor's side.
-"Must I put out my tongue?" she asked.
-
-The doctor smiled. "No, I think I wouldn't. It's pretty cold for even a
-tongue to be out to-day."
-
-The child laughed merrily. "I wanted to go and buy mamma a little bunch
-of vi'lets, but she said I would freeze my nose off, and I wouldn't
-be pretty without any nose, would I?" Then, glancing down at her
-dilapidated, noseless doll, she looked a little abashed. "Excuse me,
-Lily," she said gravely; "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I love
-you just as much as if you had as big a nose as the doctor's. I didn't
-have any money in my bank, anyhow," she continued, "and mamma could not
-spare any five centses. You know we aren't rich any more. I 'spect the
-flowers are frozen up, anyway."
-
-"I'll get the violets for you," said the doctor, without looking at
-Mrs. Temple. "I know a nice, warm place where they live, and if you'll
-trust me I think I can find some fresh, sweet ones."
-
-Elinor clasped her hands. "You're very nice," she assured him. "And if
-you won't give me any nasty medicine, I'll love you very much."
-
-"I promise no nasty medicine," agreed the doctor, and their friendship
-was sealed. So well did it proceed that when the doctor took his leave,
-an hour later, Elinor hugged him frantically, saying, "Doctor, come
-to-morrow. I get so lonely, and so does mamma. I wish you'd come every
-day," and the doctor's smile answered the suggestion.
-
-"Mamma," said the child, after the doctor had left them, "is that a
-very nice man?"
-
-"Why, darling; yes--of course--yes--he is very nice."
-
-"I fought so," she returned confidently. "Is he very 'spensive?"
-
-"Oh, you mean--wealthy. I think so, enough so, at all events. What
-funny questions. Why do you want to know?"
-
-"Just 'cause I like to ask funny questions. Mamma, do you like bread?"
-
-"Why, you midget, you are just asking questions to tease your mudder.
-You know I like bread."
-
-Elinor laughed gleefully, and looked down at her doll. "Lily told me a
-secret to-day," she said, "and she won't let me tell till Christmas.
-It's a very nice one, but I can't tell you, mamma."
-
-"Very well. I will wait till Christmas."
-
-"Don't you want to know it?" the child asked, anxiously.
-
-"Not if you don't want to tell it."
-
-"But I do, only Lily won't let me. Mamma, this morning I was a kitten."
-
-"You were? I didn't discover it."
-
-"I was. I had a red ribbon round my neck, and I was black, and Lily was
-Elinor Temple, and she played with me. See where I scratched her. Do
-you want me to be a kitten for you, mamma?"
-
-"Not if you scratch, nor if you have to turn black."
-
-That amused Elinor greatly.
-
-"I doesn't have to. I've just make-believe claws. Mamma, are you going
-to take me to church on Christmas?"
-
-"Why, of course. Don't you want to go?"
-
-"I didn't last Sunday; it was so long. The man in the white gown said
-so much. I fink he was a chatterbox."
-
-"Why, Elinor! what a thing to say about the good rector."
-
-"Well, mamma, it is what you say about me when I talk a long time, and
-you love me."
-
-Mrs. Temple smiled. "Then you don't want to go to church on Christmas?"
-
-"Oh, but I do; I like to hear the little boys sing, and I like to see
-the green things, but----"
-
-"You get tired sitting so long?"
-
-"Oh, no, mamma; I couldn't get tired; I get too much rested."
-
-"I see. Well, dearie, we will go to the early service, which is not so
-long."
-
-"And then come home and have the Santa Claus part of it for dessert;
-that will be nice. I wish the doctor would come soon; I want to ask him
-somefing."
-
-The doctor did come soon. Indeed, there was scarcely a day after this
-which did not see his stalwart form turning into the quiet street, and
-the affection between the grave man and the pretty child grew apace, so
-that many confidences passed between them.
-
-[Illustration]
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-
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-
-
-CHAPTER III
-
-
-One afternoon the two were cosily occupying one big chair, in the
-absence of Mrs. Temple, who was glad to leave her treasure so well
-satisfied to stay at home, while she attended to some Christmas
-shopping.
-
-"Let's talk about Christmas," said Elinor, cuddling down by the side of
-the doctor, after watching her mother out of sight.
-
-"Isn't there a Santa Claus?" she asked.
-
-"So I have always been told."
-
-"There, I said so; Bill says there isn't."
-
-"And who is Bill?"
-
-"Oh, a friend of mine," returned Elinor, jauntily.
-
-"I should like to know something about him."
-
-"Oh, he's just a boy with----" she clapped her hands over her mouth,
-and looked, with eyes full of laughter, at the doctor.
-
-"What?"
-
-"Oh, doctor, it isn't nice to make remarks about the dress of your
-friends," returned the little monkey, drawing down her mouth demurely,
-and looking up mischievously from under her long lashes.
-
-"Then suppose we don't mention his dress. Tell me something else about
-him."
-
-"He has a very dirty face," said Elinor, with a little chuckle.
-
-"He has? That is unfortunate. Why doesn't he wash it?"
-
-"I reckon 'cause he hasn't any soap or towels."
-
-"But he can get water easily."
-
-"Yes; but, doctor, don't you know how horrid it is to have your face
-washed, and to stand with it all dripping, 'specially in cold weather?
-and if you had no towel, you know, you wouldn't want to wash your face,
-either."
-
-"Perhaps not. Well, Bill is a boy with a dirty face. Is that all? Has
-he nothing else to boast of?"
-
-"Yes; he has a sister named Gerty. I s'pose she has a dirty face, too.
-I never saw her, 'cause she's got the rickets, and her grandfather has
-had yaller janders; but they is about gone. I think they must be rather
-pretty, don't you?"
-
-"What?"
-
-"Why, the yaller janders. It sounds like some sort of a flower, I
-always fink of--what are the yellow fings that come in the spring--the
-early ones?"
-
-"Daffodils?"
-
-Elinor shook her head. "Not zactly; mamma said they were about the
-same."
-
-"Oh, jonquils."
-
-"Yes, that's it; are they anything alike?"
-
-"Like what? Daffodils?"
-
-"No; like yaller janders. Are yaller jonquils anything like them?"
-
-"No. I can't say that they are."
-
-"Have you any at your house?"
-
-The doctor laughed--"Fortunately, no, I know of none nearer than a
-hospital."
-
-"Oh, do they grow in hospitals?"
-
-"Sometimes."
-
-"Will you take me there and show them to me?"
-
-"I don't believe you would be particularly pleased to see anyone with
-what Bill calls 'yaller janders.'"
-
-"Why not?"
-
-"Because it is not a very pleasant disease to gaze upon."
-
-"Is it a sickness? Oh, I'm so disypointed. I fought they were flowers,
-and I was so glad the old grandfather had them. That's a dreffel
-disypointment," she added, after a moment's silence.
-
-"But you have not told me about Bill," the doctor reminded her. "Where
-did you meet him--at a party?"
-
-"No-o," contemptuously. "I met him in the square. He sells vi'lets. I
-reckon that's why I fought his grandfather had flowers--yaller jander
-flowers.--Is bronicles flowers?"
-
-"I never heard of them."
-
-"Oh, dear, I s'pect that's another disease. You see it fooled me to
-see Bill selling vi'lets. I kind of fought he had a big garden full,
-or his grandfather had. He said his grandfather used to go out selling
-flowers till sumfing got the matter with his bronicles, and they
-couldn't stand the east wind."
-
-The doctor laughed so heartily that Elinor looked quite aggrieved.
-
-"I'll not tell you any more," she said, "if you make fun of me, and I
-was going to tell you lots."
-
-"Oh, please pardon my laughter. I'll try not to be so silly again. You
-see, I sometimes laugh at nothing at all. It is a habit I have formed
-from living alone."
-
-Elinor looked at him very soberly. She wasn't quite sure whether this
-was earnest or not, but his being alone seemed a sufficient excuse,
-and, moreover, appealed to her sympathies, so she took hold of one of
-her friend's big fingers, and held it confidingly.
-
-"Tell me truly," she said, "do you believe in Santa Claus?"
-
-"Most certainly. I think he is the greatest invention of any age."
-
-"Oh, good! That sounds so certain sure. That's what Connie says. I
-didn't make it up. I did make up sumfing once."
-
-"You did? What was it?"
-
-"A----I don't know what to call it. I'll tell you, and then you'll
-know." She nestled her golden head against the doctor's shoulder, and
-looked up in his face. "I was jumping in the cellar one day with Ida
-Miller, and I made a tree-men-jus jump, and I said, 'Oh, Ida, I made a
-jump right smite the javelin.' Don't you fink that's fine? I have said
-it over lots of times, 'cause I like the way it sounds, somefing like
-the Bible, you know."
-
-"I think it is one of the most grandiloquent phrases I ever heard. You
-do not know how I admire it."
-
-"Do you, really?"
-
-"Yes, really."
-
-"Then, I'm glad I told you. Now, I'll tell you somefing else. It's a
-secret, but Lily said I might tell you. She won't let me tell mamma.
-It's about Bill. Do you want to hear it?"
-
-"Very much."
-
-"And you won't tell?"
-
-"No."
-
-"Cross your heart?"
-
-"Yes; cross my heart."
-
-"Then, it is this: Bill said he didn't believe there wa'n't no Santa
-Claus. He said it just that way." She stopped and looked searchingly at
-the doctor, but he was listening attentively.
-
-She gave her little mirthful chuckle and went on. "Then I said, 'if
-you write to him, and he brings you what you ask, I reckon you'll
-believe in him,' and he said he'd be a blamed fool to do such a fing.
-He said blamed fool----"
-
-"All right, he said blamed fool."
-
-Elinor buried her head in the doctor's sleeve and laughed silently.
-Then she looked up with eyes still full of mirth. "That was so funny,"
-she said.
-
-"What was?"
-
-"To hear you say blamed fool. Did you ever say it before?"
-
-"Perhaps."
-
-"Don't you like to say it? I do. I go off in the corner and say it to
-Lily sometimes, just 'cause I like to hear myself. Do you do that?"
-
-"Go off by myself and say it to Lily? I haven't any Lily."
-
-"No, of course, but you might say it just the same to a chair--or--or
-anyfing. Mamma says it's not nice for a lady to say it, and that's why
-I'm doing it all I can now, 'cause I'll be a lady some day, and then I
-can't. There are lots of fings that way. Anyhow, Bill said it, and I
-told him he was an aggynorstic. That sounds like a dreadful word, but
-it isn't, for I heard mamma call somebody that, and I asked her what it
-meant, and she said it meant a person that doesn't believe. I fought
-it would scare Bill, for I fink it has a scary sound, like the day of
-wrath."
-
-The doctor turned away his head, and, taking out his handkerchief,
-buried his face in it, a violent fit of coughing seeming to overtake
-him.
-
-Elinor looked quite alarmed, but the doctor assured her it was only
-a small matter, and though very red in the face, he resumed a grave
-demeanor and asked Elinor to continue her tale.
-
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-handkerchief, buried his face in it_"--Page 46]
-
-"Well," she went on, "'then Bill,' I said, 'you're an aggynorstic,'
-and he stared at me so hard. 'I don't like aggynorstics,' I said, and
-he said 'what'll I do about it?' And I said, 'you write to Santa Claus
-just like'----Oh, my! I was just going to tell such a precious secret.
-I won't, though----Anyhow, I made him promise he'd write to Santa Claus
-if I'd buy vi'lets whenever I had any money in my bank. And he did
-write, and now I reckon he'll find out. He's real e'cited over it."
-
-"And where does he live?"
-
-"Oh, back in a little street that runs skwy-eyed, Connie says, across
-this. It's a horrid little street, and mamma won't let me go there, but
-I know where it is."
-
-"And where does Bill sell his violets?"
-
-"In the square, by the fountain. He has beautiful red hair and the
-loveliest freckles you ever saw. I wish I had freckles and red hair;
-don't you?"
-
-"I can't say that I do desire them greatly, and I'm sure I like you
-much better as you are."
-
-"Do you? Well, maybe you do, but I don't. Do you fink Santa Claus got
-Bill's letter? I hope he did, for it seems dreadful for anyone to have
-no Santa Claus and no Christmas; it makes me feel sorry inside, as if I
-had eaten too many cakes. Do you fink he got it?"
-
-"That depends upon where he mailed it."
-
-"Why, in the post-office box, of course. The one on the corner, by the
-square, that says U. S. mail on it. What makes them turn it hind part
-before? Why don't they say mail us? It means the letters you put in,
-of course. It's so the man with the funny little wagon will know."
-
-The doctor frowned; then he laughed. It was such a funny translation of
-the U. S. mail. But just such fantastic ideas he knew took possession
-of the child. "That's all right," he said. "Uncle Sam does put things
-wrong-end-foremost sometimes. You tell Bill that if he put his letter
-in the box there's not the slightest doubt but that it will be
-answered."
-
-"I saw him put it in. He showed it to me, and I went with him to mail
-it. He can write pretty well, for he went to school before that time;
-about--about the bronicles, you know."
-
-The doctor nodded understandingly.
-
-"Do you believe Santa Claus will have enough turkeys to go around?
-Mamma says, if he hasn't, I may send Bill and Gerty some of mine. I'm
-going to try to eat a very little piece, but I like turkey, and I hope
-Bill and Gerty will have a whole one to themselves, and I hope Gerty
-will get a doll, and if she doesn't, I'll have to send her the one
-Santa Claus brings me."
-
-"Why would you have to?"
-
-"Why, 'cause I wouldn't be such a piggy-wiggy as to keep two, and she
-not have any. It wouldn't be nice of me, when I have Lily. Could you
-have lots of fings when you knew somebody else didn't have any?"
-
-This was a home thrust, made so truthfully and innocently that the
-doctor wondered why all these years' Christmastide had not brought home
-to him such a reproach. He had eaten, drunken, been comfortable and
-care free, while just such opportunities had been waiting for him as
-this year offered.
-
-"Well," he said, as he took his departure, "it's all right about Santa
-Claus, you tell Bill."
-
-"And you won't tell anyone," whispered Elinor.
-
-He assured her that the secret was safe, and went off with a very warm
-feeling inside. There seemed to be an expansiveness of light in the
-setting sun; a brightness about existence in general, which even cases
-of "yaller janders" and weak "bronicles" could not overshadow.
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-CHAPTER IV
-
-
-"I must look after that family," mused the doctor. "Bless the young
-things! a frolicsome kitten and a little earnest child, full of faith
-and love of human kind, can be wonderful factors in the matter of
-happiness. Strange how I have gone along missing both and not knowing
-what I missed. Let me see. I'll send Hooper to look after grandfather's
-'bronicles;' he smiled broadly at the remembrance of the garbled word.
-I'd rather not have the little one know that I've a hand in it, and
-'twill be good for Hooper to try his hand at that sort of thing. Let
-me see if that youngster's letter reached its proper destination." He
-stopped and pulled out the packet he carried.
-
-Yes, there it was, signed "Bill." The doctor stood and read the poor
-smudgy, mis-spelled little missive over, put it back in his pocket, and
-walked thoughtfully on, not knowing that at that very moment he was
-passing the writer, who, with his meagre supply of wan-looking violets,
-was offering them for sale.
-
-Bill as little knew that the letter over which he had spent much
-thought and hard labor was resting in the doctor's pocket, for
-he imagined it to be in the hands of a red-nosed, white-haired
-individual, with a jolly countenance and a twinkling eye--such a one
-as could be seen, more or less realistically represented in shop
-windows. A very different looking person, indeed, from this portly,
-prosperous-appearing man with the keen eyes, who wore "swagger
-clothes, and didn't care nothin' fer poor cusses, or he'd 'a bought
-somethin' from a feller." Bill's ire was roused by this kind of person,
-so indifferent and absent-minded, as never even to glance at the
-violets, nor give a regretful negative, as some nice ladies did.
-
-"Talk about old Santa Claus," muttered Bill, "if he is anybody at all,
-he ain't friends to nobody but rich folks; that's what I say. I ain't
-never heard from him, an' I guess I ain't never goin' to, what's more."
-
-But, as if to chide his lack of faith, Elinor herself appeared like a
-reproving angel at his side. "Bill," she said, standing on tip-toe that
-she might see the box-cover in which the violets lay, "Bill, have you
-sold lots to-day?"
-
-"No, I ain't," he answered, rather crossly.
-
-"Oh, then, I can spend all these five centses. The doctor picked them
-all out of his pocket for me, and told me to buy vi'lets for mamma. So,
-I have to. Ten five centses, see. I told mamma I would come right back.
-She is watching out of the window for me."
-
-Bill's face took on a little sunshine. Ten bunches! Why, it would
-nearly clean out his stock. What luck!
-
-"Say," he said, in a low voice, "'bout that Santa Claus, you know.
-Time's gittin' clost."
-
-"Yes," said Elinor, eagerly holding out her hands to receive the
-violets.
-
-"I don't believe he comes to poor folks," continued Bill; "mind, I
-don't say there ain't no Santa Claus; but I say he ain't no friend o'
-folks what lives in Hitchen's court."
-
-"Oh, but he is. Dr. Brewster says so, and he knows everyfing--he
-does truly--and he told me to tell you that there was a Santa Claus,
-really, really." Bill stared at the ground. "And he said if you put
-your letter in the box, Santa Claus will surely get it there, and you
-will get an answer. So, now," and she walked off with a little switch
-of her skirts, and a decided sort of air, as she would say there was no
-further doubt possible.
-
-Bill looked after her. Ten bunches of violets meant a corresponding
-amount of faith, and an hour later an empty box lid went home with him.
-But the very fact of the emptiness of the box cover meant a fullness
-of belief. And Gerty; poor little, rickety Gerty, also received a prop
-to her faltering hopes in Bill's words. "They are a Sandy Claus, Gert,
-sure as shootin'! A big bug what I knows about says so. Ain't you
-glad?"
-
-"Are you goin' to believe in him?" asked Gerty, in an excited whisper.
-
-"Yes, I am," sturdily returned Bill.
-
-"So'm I, then," answered Gerty. "I'm goin' to believe he'll bring me a
-doll, and a--a orange, and a--a new frock, and a--a picture book and
-candy, and--" her whisper rose shrilly as she became more ambitious,
-"and a--a turkey!" The climax was reached.
-
-"Sho!" said Bill, doubtfully, "I don't believe he'll do all that."
-
-"What's the use of believing at all if you don't believe he can do
-every bit?" returned Gerty, who did not regard half measures with
-favor. "I'm goin' to believe I'll git it all--and more," she added,
-with an extra touch of defiance of fate.
-
-Bill looked at her half-admiringly. Such temerity was beyond his mental
-stature, although, given a proper field for physical valor, and he'd
-show no white feather, as various urchins in the neighborhood could
-testify.
-
-"How long is it before Christmas?" asked Gerty. "Three days, ain't it?"
-
-"'Bout that. Say, Gert, we ain't ast fur nothin' fur grandpop in that
-letter."
-
-"Why, yes, we did. We ast fur a doctor to cure his bronicles. Don't you
-know?"
-
-"So we did. How is he?"
-
-"I don't know, he's kinder yaller yit, an' he can't eat much."
-
-A sharp rap at the door interrupted them, and a smiling young man
-entered to to their "Come in."
-
-"Is this--Bill?" he asked.
-
-The boy nodded.
-
-"Your grandfather, he's ill?"
-
-"Hm-hm," returned Bill, looking suspiciously at the visitor's careful
-attire.
-
-"Ah, yes." The young man put up an eye-glass and peered around the
-dingy rooms, Bill meantime eying him, as much as to say, what business
-is it of yours how we look?
-
-"Could I see him?" queried the young man.
-
-"I dunno. See here. What d'yer want? I'll pay yer rent. Yer needn't go
-badgerin' gran'pop about it."
-
-The young man stared. "Bless me, my son. I don't want any rent. I'm,"
-he smiled, and whimsically took out his card case. "Pardon me for not
-properly introducing myself. I am Dr. Hooper, and I have been asked to
-call professionally on your grandfather by a friend of his."
-
-"Whew!" Bill gave voice to a low whistle, and glanced at Gerty, who had
-taken the card with a funny little air of polite acceptance, and, at a
-word from her brother, led the way into a hole of a room, hardly more
-than a closet, where an old man lay.
-
-The doctor remained about fifteen or twenty minutes, and when he again
-came into the presence of the boy and his sister, he said:
-
-"I think your grandfather will be better under my immediate care, and
-I will see that he is removed--if--if you don't object--to a pleasant
-room in a pleasant place."
-
-"An 'orspital?" queried Gerty.
-
-The young man nodded.
-
-"Say, look here, he ain't goin' to no 'orspital," objected Bill.
-
-"He is, too," retorted Gerty; then turning to the doctor, "You can take
-him." She gave the permission grandly. "I know all about it and Bill
-don't. I've seen one."
-
-"My son," said the doctor, addressing Bill, "your sister is a person of
-unusual acumen. She--she knows a good thing when she sees it. I give
-you my word that the friend of whom I spoke thoroughly approves of your
-grandfather's removal."
-
-"And can't we see him?" asked Bill, looking very dubious.
-
-"Bless you, yes, every day, if you want to."
-
-"And will you bring him back for Christmas?" asked Bill again.
-
-The doctor considered. "If it is possible. At least, I can promise you
-shall eat your Christmas dinner together."
-
-The two children exchanged glances. The answer implied that there was
-to be a Christmas dinner.
-
-"I will come to-morrow morning in my carriage for him," added the
-doctor. "That is, if I may."
-
-"Yer hear that, Gert? A kerridge. Ain't we swagger?" and Bill laughed.
-
-He followed the young doctor to the door, and shut it after him as
-he went outside. Plucking him by the sleeve, he asked in a low tone,
-"Mister doctor, that there friend what sent you. Say, honest now, tell
-a fellow square. Was it old Sandy Claus?"
-
-The doctor hesitated, looked down at the earnest, ugly little face,
-lighted up by a strong hope, its dirt and unhealthy color but dimly
-descried in the flaring light of the dingy court, and he felt a new
-concern for this "gutter-snipe" with whom he had suddenly come in
-contact. He laughed softly and said, "Yes; you're about right. Call him
-Santa Claus."
-
-Bill went in and shut the door very solemnly. Things were happening
-mysteriously, and he felt somewhat awed at what his experiences
-implied.
-
-
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-CHAPTER V
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-
-Dr. Brewster received a call from his young assistant that same
-evening. He entered with a bored, blase air into the doctor's study,
-and stood staring, and, slapping his gloves together as if he had not
-one single idea in his noddle. Then he spoke.
-
-"The old fellow--in Hitchen's Court, you know--beastly dirty hole,
-by the way--he needs looking after, wants a sunny room and good
-nourishment, and all that sort of thing. He'll get worse if he stays
-there. I'm going to take him to our hospital, if you don't mind."
-
-"Take him?" the doctor chuckled.
-
-The young man flushed, "Yes. Bah Jove! I can't see an old fellow like
-that, don't you know, dying for want of a little attention. Now,
-doctor, I'm no charity fiend, but--I say, what are you chuckling about?"
-
-"At your past record in the matter of pet charities, and your open
-expressions regarding those who have them. Go on, Sig, my dear fellow.
-You said you'd take him."
-
-The young man flung off his overcoat, displaying his evening dress and
-the flower in his button-hole. "Yes, I said _take_ him--in my carriage
-to-morrow morning." He looked up, as if expecting protest.
-
-"Bless you, man, I don't object if you don't," returned the older
-man. "He's an old fraud, doubtless, has no 'bronicles' to speak of,
-and wouldn't know 'yaller janders' from scarlet fever. Where do you
-purpose placing him?"
-
-"In the pay ward," said the young doctor, defiantly.
-
-Dr. Brewster threw back his head and laughed.
-
-"But, I say, doctor," continued the other, "you ought to see him, such
-a pitiful-looking, white-haired, old chap, with those kids on his hands
-for years. I say, he's been handicapped, you know. And--Bah Jove!
-doctor, what did you send me there for?"
-
-"To see how you liked Hitchen's Court."
-
-The young man passed over the reply. "I say it's a beastly shame," he
-went on. "That old chap is a better fellow than I am any day, I say,
-there's something wrong."
-
-"Desperately so, I grant you--with us."
-
-The young man looked up quickly. "It's beastly," he repeated.
-
-"Sig, you're a huge joke," laughed the doctor. "Go 'long with you and
-your paupers. By the way, what about the children?"
-
-The young man smiled broadly. "They are a pair. I believe that poor
-little wretch of a red-headed snipe supports the family. Ah, doctor, I
-say we're nowhere with my Lord William. Such airs; bluffed me off at
-first."
-
-He sat on the arm of the chair, swinging one foot thoughtfully.
-Dr. Brewster looked at him. Young, good-looking, rich; what the
-public called "a howling swell;" a dilettante in his profession, yet
-possessing ability, if but the proper motive stirred his impulses.
-He had been wont to maintain that half the world's poor were whining
-impostors, and the other half incorrigible reprobates.
-
-The elder man watched him with a half smile. "You'll take the old man,
-then, and I'll see to the young ones," he remarked after a time.
-
-Sigourney Hooper slipped on his overcoat again. "By the way," he said,
-"they think Santa Claus sent me," and he gave a grin of amusement.
-
-Dr. Brewster looked grave. "Who is Santa Claus, anyhow?" he returned.
-"The embodiment of goodness, charity and kindly feeling."
-
-"They were right, then," replied Sigourney, holding out his hand.
-"We'll have to give them a Christmas, doctor, for I promised not to
-keep grandfather from the bosom of his family on that festal day. Holy
-Moses! Festivities in that hole! Ugh!"
-
-Dr. Brewster sat smiling to himself long after his visitor had
-departed. A wheel within a wheel, the ripples caused by the dropping
-of the smallest of pebbles; the movings toward a broad humanity set
-astir by the prattle of a child; by the instinctive appeal for warmth
-and protection made by a little hunted animal; the breath of the spirit
-on the face of the waters! He pondered over these mysterious forces,
-while Kittyboy purred contentedly at his elbow.
-
-Kittyboy fared well these days. He never failed to station himself by
-the doctor's chair at meal time, and was so indulged in the matter of
-tid-bits that his coat grew as sleek as satin; and if he had not been
-of such a very volatile temperament, it is quite likely that he would
-have become fat and lazy.
-
-The housekeeper confided to Maggie that something had made the doctor
-grow ten years younger, and the housemaid immediately attributed the
-fact to the presence of Kittyboy. Certain it is that the doctor busied
-himself with many things to which he had heretofore seemed indifferent,
-and his sober establishment underwent all sorts of changes. "All on
-account of the cat," said Maggie.
-
-A well-to-do physician who has retained just enough practice to keep
-him contented is rather an enviable individual, and Dr. Brewster
-looked the picture of genial content as he stepped into his carriage
-on Christmas Eve. Just where he went was best known to his coachman,
-who had long ago learned the value of keeping his own counsel. But the
-faith in Santa Claus which that evening justified was felt in more
-than one wretched dwelling. Especially did two anxious little souls,
-who had staked their last hope on the letter they had sent, feel that
-their mustard seed of belief had indeed grown to gigantic size when
-hampers and bundles from Santa Claus were displayed to their glad and
-astonished eyes.
-
-"Oh, Bill, I said I believed he'd bring all I wanted, and more," cried
-Gerty, laughing and crying at the same time. "And he did, he did. And
-grandpop's gone to stay in that grand room and get well, and I'm goin'
-to get well, and we've a whole turkey and fixins, Bill, fixins. I never
-said nothin' about them. And gran'pop 'll be here an' help us eat it.
-An', oh, Bill. They are a Sandy Claus, they are, ain't they?"
-
-"Well, I should smile," replied Bill, surveying the bountiful supplies
-before him.
-
-"An' you'll tell that little gal first thing, won't you?" said Gerty.
-
-"Won't I!" returned Bill, too happy for more speech.
-
-The doctor paced the floor a long time that night. He thought of many
-things; of the dreary dwellings he had that day seen; of the sorrowing
-poor; of the little it had taken to make a few hearts glad, and most of
-all he thought of little Elinor Temple and her mother. He remembered a
-Christmas Eve which had promised him a great joy, but which had brought
-him a great sorrow--the sorrow which he had kept locked in his heart
-for fifteen long years. Not once had he faltered in his faith in the
-girl who had turned from the young physician, just starting on his
-career, and had married rollicking Captain Temple. Dr. Brewster smiled
-sadly as he remembered how Mrs. Temple had said but the day before:
-"We sometimes make errors of judgment, but if we err from a mistaken
-motive of unselfishness, we suffer just the same." And that had told
-the whole story. It was the only justification she had ever attempted,
-the only reference to what he knew she must have endured; but he
-had inadvertently heard many things during these past weeks. He had
-re-read, with fresh delight, an old chapter in his life. He had opened
-his heart to the love of an innocent child, and the door being open,
-what else fair and beautiful might not find admittance.
-
-There was a rare exultation in the doctor's smile, as the bells rang in
-the midnight hour, and declared the promise of peace and good will.
-
-On Christmas morning around Kittyboy's neck was fastened, by the
-doctor's own hand, a bright red ribbon. Then he was placed in a basket
-and deposited upon the cushions of the doctor's carriage.
-
-With the basket in his hand, Dr. Brewster entered Mrs. Temple's cozy
-sitting-room, where a hearty welcome awaited him.
-
-"Elinor has such a host of pretty things," said the child's mother,
-"and yet she seems a little disappointed. She tells me there are two
-gifts she specially wanted, which Santa Claus did not bring her, but
-she will not tell me what they are."
-
-"I think I know," returned the doctor, smiling. "Come here, Dot, Santa
-Claus asked me to bring your gifts to you, because he could not trust
-any one else, and he knew I'd take better care of them than some
-others."
-
-Elinor looked at him gravely from under her long lashes, and watched
-eagerly while he uncovered the basket, from out of which jumped a sleek
-black little kitten, which stretched himself comfortably, looking up
-with friendly eyes at the doctor.
-
-"Oh, mine own Jollity!" cried Elinor. "Oh, mamma, see! Oh, isn't Santa
-Claus good?" and she clasped Kittyboy rapturously in her arms. "And
-the other present," she said, laughing, "you couldn't bring that in a
-basket."
-
-"It is here, if mamma will let you keep it," and the doctor took the
-child on his knee, hiding his face in her curly locks. "Tell mamma what
-it is," he whispered.
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-"Oh, mamma," cried the child, "I wrote to Santa Claus and asked him for
-a new kitty and a new papa. That was the secret Lily and I had." For a
-moment she looked puzzled, and then a light broke over her face, while
-she let the kitten go, and clasped the doctor's neck closer, closer.
-"And, oh mamma," she continued, "when Santa Claus has sent me such a
-beautiful, 'spensive papa, you will let me keep him, won't you?" And
-the mother, amid laughter and blushes, could not say her nay.
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